State of My Head
Do you want to know What goes on inside my head…
It is a busy place and can be rather haunting at times.
No one understands, they think I am out of my mind.
They have no idea what happens inside.
When the weather is just right-- a huge Pressure builds.
Like a waterfall flowing over my head.
If only I could get that pressure out
There is no upgrade to update my head.
I asked and the doctor just laughed.
I thought of a drill --Nope--Better not do that.
Most of the time the right ear is pulsing and swishing,
Maybe that is where the seashell went--It is missing.
There is a bubble floating in the right side.
The left it is open and light—kind of calm most of the time.
Too much happens on the Right…
Like Borgs in Star Trek do do—It Feels like I have
One of those contraptions on my head.
Gripping to my skull and maneuvering in.
Squeezing…Pulling and twisting…
Like rubber bands stretching and breaking--
Snapping and stinging with pain---hurting my brain.
That is what it is like in my head…
I am sorry I forgot my manners…
Do you want to come in…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
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