Headache
This, this monstrosity
that is in my head
smashing all the rooms
in it breaking glass
and destroying the walls
attacking me from the inside
There are animals throwing
a wild party and hurting
me through my head
not leaving until
i go to sleep
when i wake up
It is still there throwing
the biggest house party
of the year until
i finally say enough
and send in the police
to break it up
then the are finally
Gone
Chris H

5 Comments:
I love the image of someone's head being divided into little rooms that are being trashed and causing the headache--what a great description!
This is something i think almost everyone can relate to. You did a great job of putting feelings into words.
Your poem reminds me of a story I read to my children when they were young. It brings back great memories. Have you heard of Mad Max?
What great imagery--it makes my head hurt to read this (in a good way)! The image of your head having rooms and the ache as a monster in them is rich. In your metaphor, what do the police represent? Tylenol? :)
Great writing! Keep it up!
--Ms. Jones, Mr. C's friend from Louisiana.
foxy
so cool job
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