Headache

Headache

A Poem by Blake
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A first attempt at poetry after a tedious day.

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Frustration boils

     Daily toils

          Tranquility soiled.

Head wrought

     Battles fought

          Can you not?

Wavering will

     Pop a pill

          Hurting still.

Few more

     Lost war

          Like before.

Sirens call

     Ending drawl

           Body falls.

© 2014 Blake


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Added on January 19, 2014
Last Updated on January 19, 2014
Tags: Headache, Poem, Poetry, Battles, Tranquility, Pills, Pill, Addiction, Addict, War, Death, Pain

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Blake
Blake

Harlan, KY



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