My head is pounding, the painful
Throb I cannot ignore, holding me hostage as time ticks on, lost in the numbers changing
The pounding against my skull, my brain throbbing at the smallest sound
The smells causing me to flinch
Allowing bile to rise up my throat
And cuss words to leave my lips
My Inaudible scream, silent but powerful
My brain is a creative mess, a master piece of destructive emotions swirling around a tornado I created from the ink of a very small pen
My palms are sweaty, my lips chapped
The breath from my lungs uneven
As pills touch my lips, the cold feeling dripping down my chin, sliding down my throat
Even creative minds have demons, swirling around their mind
Sledge hammering their way around my mind
Living within the confined space with in my head
Where I think too much, or not at all
My mind could be an array of colours, or a white blank wall
A headache is a cure created to silence everything
For you to relax, sit back and focus on erasing the pain from your system
Sometimes it takes over, poisoning everything it touches
Leaving your insides a mess, your brain a war zone as you fight to be free
I'm a creative girl with headaches, dancing amongst the demons inside my head
Voicing their hatred towards the lions den
Where the cannot speak their words of hate, because the pounding pain put their words at stake of exile
From the mess they dare create.
Written By: Teha Brown aka WILTEDROSE213
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HeartFelt Poetry| 18+
PoetryShe wrote Poetry because everything her heart sang was words of pain, So she would pick up a pencil and let her hand sing words to a poem that no girl should ever have to read. ~Teha Brown *Poems From The Heart *They Might Make You Cry *You Will Fe...
