Poetry

My headache – A prose poetry

My head aches. My head aches because of the cold, I guess. My head aches maybe because I haven’t eaten. My head aches because I am tired.  My head aches because it is losing its equilibrium trying to change things that can’t be changed. My head aches because my mind has toppled from its balance and its weight is crushing. It aches because the neurons circuitry has fused mistaking hopeless imaginations as reality. It aches because chemical transmitters are sending the wrong signals about different emotions. It aches because my thoughts are brutal and disparaging and they hurt. It aches because my brain is unsuccessfully trying to bulldoze the inner walls wanting to escape.  It aches because my heart bleeds and it won’t stop beating.

 

My head aches. May I have an aspirin?

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2 thoughts on “My headache – A prose poetry”

    1. Thank you… That is what I wanted to be the soul of this poem. Glad you appreciate it! BTW, thanks for taking your time to comment, I have read some of your poems and I wish they were in this blog! 😉

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