Headache
Blistering pain and an absent mind
The aching of echo’s upon the minds of thought
As a thy eye’s look with splintering pain
When will it all go away
When will this incessant and unyielding pain stop
When will I know piece again
To kill the pain
If only for moment
A second, a minuet, a day
Oh how I’ve dreamed of that day
To be free the pain
Free to live
Free to love
Free to die
But that will never be
This pain is my punishment for doing something ill to someone
And I don’t even remember who
It’s so cold
poem by Robin Johnson
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