If I could drill through my head,
The pain might go away.
If I could hammer at it,
This pain might, my head, escape
The eyes can't see clearly.
The brain can't think lucidly.
The visions and the thoughts are off-sync.
It is like falling off a deep abyss' brink.
I beat my head against the wall.
The vibrations only make my head even more throb.
Sleep is elusive, cannily in hiding.
Even lying down is too much effort, I'd rather be dying.
The head aches constantly.
The breath comes in shallowly.
The meds may work gradually,
But, right now, the future mocks unabashedly.
- Written on 10 August 2020.
- Well, it has been a long bout and seems like there are more miles to travel to recovery. The headache continues to be dreadful. It is one long flow with some ebbs, thankfully.
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OMG. I remember a few Telugu lines from the poet Ismail on insomnia. He says if someone could plant a few hours of sleep in his eyes,he would wake up like Jesus Christ did after death and forgive all the sinners of the world
That is a beautiful thought. The next time I am managing pain, will keep this in mind.
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