Pound

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My head pounds from the inside

Like there are a hundred hammers

Hammering away at the walls of my skull

And I honestly can't do much

Since I have no such luck

To help me out of this rock and a hard place


And time drags on and on

And the pounding goes on and off

With absolutely no regard for how much has healed

And none too for those that are sealed


So everything spills out

And every day becomes a bad day

Because nothing goes well and

Well, I'm stuck with nothing I can do.


Maybe the pounding will stop when I sleep.

It may seem selfish to do so

But I can only be awake for so long

Before my skull breaks away completely


I'm just saving myself from the misery

For it seeks those that need sleep

And sleep is the only way it'll all stop


So I reap some joy

Because I can go to sleep

And sleep with no regard for time,

Just like that goddamn pounding

WILL YOU JUST STOP IT ALREADY?!


Now, where was I?

Yes, I will smile with joy

When that pounding stops

Because it's much too painful

And I can finally stop it

By choosing to wander in the

Sweet dark for all eternity.

Falling Into The Abyss - a poetry collection by Raja Yasaswini S.Where stories live. Discover now