Headache

The pain
Dulls the mind
In a heavy
Senseless way
 .
It pulls down
All feeling
Into a grey mush
Spinning
Like a bottle
A lock without a key
 .
The misted blue pebble
Swirls
Bouncing around
A noisy
Clattering sound
Like a pin
Loud as a pot’s bang
 .
With each clang
A pang
Of spoiling
Pain
 .
The human voice
It hurts
In its grating way
 .
We were meant to be silent
Classical music
Strengthens the mind
 .
A place
Without words
A euphony
Without
Cacophony
Is how this world
Should be

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