Tap. Tap.Tap.
I press my head.
As an ache hammers away.
Almost killing my day
A looming headache
An impending doom
It happens
It strikes
On blue and black days alike
I ask it what happened
Never get straight replies
I wonder of its cause of sleeping late
Or getting cold shivers, frizzled nerves as first thing in morning when awake
Is it cause of previous nights fight
Or a looming deadline
I wonder as I tap my head
Trying to get rid of the ache
All my attempts futile.
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