Starting at the root.
You move from one temple to another,
till you finally settle down in the back.
Resting your tambourine like sounds in my ears.
Your fingers squeeze my eyes and nose till I'm rendered helpless.
Then you take your thumb and plunge it into my brain making it unbearable to even breath.
I pop pills hoping to kill or at least numb you.
Nothing works.
People tell me to medicate with cannabis.
I decline.
You just won't go away.
Like a flea ridden mutt that just won't quit.
I have no other choice but to cry for I have tried everything.
Almost everything.
I lay down to sleep hoping when I wake you'll be gone.
But you're still here.
YOU ARE READING
Poems In The Moment
PoetryI write so I don't explode. If you feel like no one listens and you're alone. This is for you. It's not going to make you feel better. You'll just have someone to relate to.
