Spike
I feel like I have a spike
That's been driven into my head
If this pain doesn't end soon
I'm going to go home to bed
My concentration is poor
I can't hear a single thing
It began as a strumming
Now I'm really suffering
I tried to take an aspirin
In the hopes that it would work
Because when I'm not happy
I can turn into a jerk
Nothing seems to be working
My pain is escalating
It's hard to know what to do
The feeling is frustrating
I look into the mirror
Comb aside all of my hair
Much to my own amazement
There is a spike stuck in there
Dedicated to my friend Gary who suffers from constant migraines. Coincidently
he has a friend who literally had a spike shot into his head an survived.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2012
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