I keep trying to write
But nothing comes to mind
I keep trying to read
But instead I fall asleep
I keep trying to concentrate
But I can barely sit straight
There is something heavy
On my shoulders, on my back;
A headache that never goes away
Pounding through my brain
Demanding to stay
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Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
