The Art of Poetry.
Headache Depression
© May 9, 1988 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I’m trapped in a corner,
Locked to the walls of my mind
Time seems long,
As if it stood still
Along beside me

I’m trying to escape the chains that bind,
But the chains are too strong.
Trying to escape, but I don’t,
For fear that the chains will tighten
And pull against the walls from within.

A sedative in reach, I try to obtain.
As I stumble to grasp relief,
The chains tighten.

My head feels as if it will implode;
The pain is unbearable.

Another attempt follows another failure;
The scars from the chains throb in my mind.
Pounding, pounding evermore