It beats, it pulses,

Sending shock waves

Throughout my body.

It staves

Off hunger.

All I can think about

Is the pain.

I would shout

But that would make it hur

Even more, even longer.

I try to be stronger,

Close my eyes, meditate.

I hesistate

To talk, to move,

To even think.

Closing my eyes

I see pale

Yellow-green waves

Spill out continuously

From the depth

Of my headache-laden mind.

I find

That nothing helps.

08/06/2008

Posted on 08/06/2008
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