I can feel the pressure building
Pounding in my head
My forehead wrinkles
Trying to push it away
This headache
Pounding in my skull
Pounding, pounding
Never ceasing
Why can't I get rid of this thing
That you left behind?
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Snapshots: One Poem is Worth a Thousand Photos
PoetrySome short poems that are written mostly in my head in bed and then written down here. In most of the poems, I try to capture (photograph) emotions in words... Enjoy!
