The sweet pounding in your skull,
like a drummer smashing the cymbals.
Every sound louder than a plane taking off,
so loud you can barely hear yourself think.
It is only pain, only noise, only chaos.
There is no peace inside your mind,
everything around so, so, so, so-
loud.
Everything so frustrating and straining and-
draining of the soul. All your energy syphoned away.
Your body is useless, heavy and in the way.
You want to sleep, but you just...
Medication is helpful and harmful, and only temporary.
The sleep you are lulled into is broken by that dull, hot, heavy...
ache.
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My Thoughts
PoetryA collection of short stories and poems through the years. Just some random thoughts and ideas thrown in there.
