Late Night Solutions

There is a pounding in my head.

A hammer hitting it's targeted nail.

Rusty gears turning against my skull.

My brain becomes the thing that hurts me.

Not my heart.

My brain, which keeps me alive just as much as my heart.

How can I accomplish my goals with this aching wound?

Is it a tumor or a genetic defect in my family.

I don't think I want to know,

So I'll take another drag of sweet bliss in rolled up paper,

close my eyes and let my head hit the pillow.