This Never Ending Headache

A poem I wrote a while back. More recent stuff will be posted soon when I have time to type stuff up :)

Three painkillers and black coffee don’t cure the headache,

Brought by the weights on your eyelids, from three straight nights of a restless mind.

The feeling from that night never left;

 I still fall asleep with a sense of panic collapsing my chest.

It never ends; the uncertainty if tomorrow you’ll be planning for the future,

Or questioning if you’ll ever make it that far.

But somehow; Even though we come up with bruised palms and scraped knees,

We never stop chasing forward;

Because human nature never understood how to accept defeat,

And maybe that’s what has kept me alive.