Headache

It’s nearly midnight and...

Nothing’s going right

Everything is white

Bright, bright white

Flashing, searing pangs

Pulsing through my brain

Driving me insane.

All I want is nothing.

A calm, black nothingness

A dark, quiet nothingness

Alone in this nothingness

Without pain.

Without thoughts.

But the thoughts won’t stop.

The words rattling around my brain

Making dents in the walls

Each hit makes me sick

But the thoughts won’t stop.

I shouldn’t have had that coffee

That old, cold coffee

Now I’m tired and jittery

Scribbling symbols shaken

From my battered, shattered palace

Palace? More like a fortress.

A frozen fortress, burning down

While an earthquake shakes the ground.

Let’s take a pause.

Now, I know it’s not poetic

To simultaneously throw up/bloody nose/sneezing fit

But, it sure was chaotic and epic.

And against all odds,

I feel better now.

Goodnight.