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Haunted Head

Haunted Head



                            My head hurts not in but from the pain,
                           in a haze, memory fade, insane or sane?
      
                          Eyes, brain, uncontrollable tear drops rain,
                          all the while it haunts me...Death Remains...



bmdavey@
02/25/16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Hicks Avatar
February 25, 2016 at 10:00 PM
I did enjoy your rhythm, friend. Almost seemed liked the beginning of a rap song, to me. But I have to agree with Silent, too, as I was a bit confused by your first line ... what do you mean by "not in but"...?
Davey Avatar
February 26, 2016 at 5:39 PM
Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it and please refer to my reponse to Silent explaining the first line
Dietrich Avatar
February 25, 2016 at 8:58 PM
kind of eerie!!! Love the haunting last line.
Davey Avatar
February 26, 2016 at 5:38 PM
thank you so much Andrea
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