An Aching Head


Caught up in the tangle of his own mind
He seeks to reason with the marks of the rope
For where, on his skin, they make deep creases
That do not cease to exist…
And oh he cries, “free me of this pain, of this grief”,
To the air around,
“Bring me to ease, let me some peace”.
The shouts bury under the pebbles he chews

“They taste of salt”
He tries to spit ’em out
But his tongue’s too heavy now
Says it does not want to move anymore…
And oh he cries, “free me of this suffering, of this malaise”,
To tears out of his eyes
“Bring me to smile, to the world outside”.
But never does he ask the forces, living or dead

‘How do I run… run from what’s in my head!’

 

An Aching Head

An Aching Head

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