White Pill, Red Pill

White Pill, Red Pill short poem

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White pill, Red pill –
We’ve both taken ours;
Yet the divide between,
Is still unseen –
And cursed beneath our hearts.

The measure of men, acceptable when –
You beat me at my part;
But I bleed for you, and you for me too –
‘Cause there’s no pill for the heart.

Let me cry, let me mourn, yet I still live torn,
When I cry for the babe who attacked you.

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Though I have an extremely varied background I am currently a professor and business consultant specializing in start-ups, new products, innovation, entertainment, tech and crypto currency transactions and products.I have written novels, , non-fiction, magazine articles, web articles, poetry, and film scripts under various pseudonyms and on various subjects.
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Shamala Chandran

Well written, wish there was a pill for all our problems and worries 🙂


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