Pulsations In a Persistent Pattern
The pounding in my head, a persistent throbbing
A cause for concern says the vascular people
It could be something complex or rather simple
This constant drumming, almost unspeakable,
Which keeps me awake when I should be sleeping
Pulsations in a persistent pattern mimic a cadence
Suggest coming from the innermost cerebrum
Not from a snare, but a tom-tom-like rhythmic drum
Even more pronounced than a cicada’s feral dance
This ethereal pounding heard not by anyone else
For my ears alone this thumping rush deep inside
Like a resentment I should've held in confidence
[A compulsive, secret lover hidden in Warm Springs]
Were it not for the imminent danger to life itself,
Requiring specialized tests only insurance approves
In the meantime, I write lyrics to accompany the beat.
Written October 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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