I Hate Headache

I Hate Headache

It has invited itself
lodged secure in the crevices of
the head, a bold intruder
with a broken harp to serenade
most disquieting the sound it makes.

It drones on…
jarring and tenacious
not taking hints or even orders
to stop the discord of maddening drones.

In vain,  I down ibuprofen
not one but two extra strength
throw on the cover
and hope to lull the intruder
to sleep., perchance to leave.

But deep down, the heart
signs, the weight of the world
the pain, anxiety, frustration….
the reasons for the intruder’s visit
is not about to exit.


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