Headache.

Headache

Hammers banging wildly
On the inside of my head.
Jackhammer buzzing away
Pain spots and nothing else.

Lights and sound drive
The mallets crazy,
Ushering the tempo faster
On whichever wall, left or right,
To knock down, crumple.

Whisper is talking,
Talking is yelling,
And screaming is
A death sentence for
My nerves.

I can’t run anyways,
There is nowhere I can hide,
Not even in my head.
I must fight this through,
Suffer till the end.

Only when the tempo slows,
Do I think I’m safe
But most often than not,
The peace doesn not last.
The banging begins, harder.

It forces me to grit my teeth.
It ruins my mood
It hammer away evilly, annoyingly,
If only to spite me.

I want to scream,
Then cry into my pillow
When I fight this unearthly battle
Allies come to sooth me
Silence, darkness, no disturbance
Sleep-the greatest cure
The only reminants of the loser,
Ound one last time, as they
Fade away into oblivion as
Sleep wins the war,
Peace.

> Time.