I swirl about the world of Headache
Painful, dirty, dark blues and greys
Morsels of normalcy cannot widen narrow misery
Mind over matter does not work for stubborn biology
Time was condensed but now slowly the hole opens
Tick-Tocking into less apex pain
Yet other ticks and twitches remain
Hands, neck, back and arms
Random nerves -- the nerve they have!
I have no choice but to obey the audacity of harm