Side Effect
SIDE EFFECTS
What's real; the pills or the dreams.
The absence of my queen,
Days without meals
I think, am at lifes bream.
Consciousness, but a thing
To far for a starved soul of loves doing,
My days are but a grave
For time wouldn't bury the pain.
Thinking I was brave
Her absence will drain
The hope that echoes
Our journey to follow
My pretend; the chaos
War in the pillows
A story with no hero
Now I am just a zero
For the side effect left me a widow.
By Lekene Paul
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