Migraine of Self-Thought

 

Through these perilous roads

Under the cover

Of the night sky

Glaring forces

Spring from the darkness

And with pain at the temples

A never stopping

Continuous feeling

Of intense dread

As though you've been here

Before

You know what comes next

And you're terrified

 

So you erect walls of malice

To protect yourself

From assault in a number of

Hate

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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