Pain wracks my brain,
Did I mention-it hurts?
Of all the miseries…
This one will put me in a hearse.
For sure, it’s just a headache,
A jab in the brain;
Lightning then rain.
But will no one give me rest?
Four little people running around,
Stomping and shrieking and shaking the ground.
And I’m actually writing as my cranium throbs,
I guess we all have our things and our jobs,
My writing is soothing while to others it’s pain,
But really; I could do without this.