Ten minutes
before my lesson,
my head is pounding its dulled drums,
deafening my ears,
piercing that spot behind my eyeballs.
All I can do to soothe the sound
of my brain beating itself against my skull,
is read some poetry--good poems--
and write my pain
in ink that is running from my pen
too quickly.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
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3 comments:
nice one!
i get these terrible headaches sometimes and they feel like what u described in this.
Ouch! What kind of "good poems" did you read? Did they help? Soothe your mind?
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