To Aspirin and Zentec



my voice is worn

inside I am torn

my soul feels hollow

Zentec I swallow

to help my chest

I hope to rest

Aspirin for heart

that hurts with dart

that pains me dear

the end feels near

tired to death,

with heavy breath

I go to sleep

lay down and weep

life took a bite

too weak to write..


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