Tension

April 17, 2009
By ClosetPoet GOLD, Burnsville, Minnesota
ClosetPoet GOLD, Burnsville, Minnesota
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My brain laments its state.
As it aches, it pulsates.
Trapped inside these walls,
This skull,
This pressure-cooker.

Each eye a balloon,
filled to the limit
yet refusing to burst.
This pressure unbearable.

Begging it to stop
banging my head against a wall
all to no avail.

It persists, as it resists
my endeavors in self-medication
yet I receive naught but false hope
a failure in my pain's eradication.

This tension builds,
yet promises no release.


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