October 1, 2008
By Krystal Deleon, Pooler, GA

The throbbing and the heaviness
Of my head now pounding.
Somehow I have lost a sense
Of where I am, my surroundings.
Sensitivity to light and sound,
I wish to shut the blinds.
But this is not me place
And this is not the time.
My head tells me "go home"
My heart tells me "take it like a man"
If I leave now, I wont be home alone.
There's no point and I have no plan.
So I guess i'll stick it out,
I'll stay and deal with the pain.
But right now all i can think about
is the very end of today;
And my headache.

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