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And So It Pounds

Hearing my own heartbeat reverberate in my skull
Feeing each best as my pulse keeps its rhythm
Steady as always and yet feels so much more
Like a jackhammer to my bones, a pleasure unbidden
As I sink to the floor hoping coolness will prevail
Using my hands ice cold as a sort of ice pack
Only temporary relief do I find in them
Turning off the lights doesn’t pick up the slack
Vision blurry from the pain, yet I can still read
All of the cantankerous words that appear on my screen
And before i can utter even one syllable, a word
They’re daunting and taunt as I’ve lost my place
Oh vile ache in my head I wish you to be gone!
Away from this place and your home in my head!
But never fear for this I swear I will keep on
With the helping hand and sweet embrace of slumber
Written by Misfitpoet89
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