Side Effects Poem by Onyi Ogwumike

Side Effects



My forehead pounds
With the same strong strike of some soul’s
Hand upon the head of a drum.
Frustration
Runs rampant in my veins,
Like the anger that boils under the
Surface of my skin.
Heat radiates from my being,
As the tear that glides down my cheek,
Leaves crimson paths that intertwine
In my maze of ebony.
The hurried panting of my lungs as
They struggle to put out the inferno that burns in my heart,
Exhausts me.
And as I close my eyes
To enter yet another night of racing minds,
I can’t help but feel that happiness
Isn’t worth its side-effects.

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