Pressure

My head
feels like it’s about
to explode.
The pressure throbs,
beating its way
out of my skull.
It doesn’t pass
thru my pores,
it presses on my eyes
ringing my ears
talking to me
“What are you doing?”
“What were you thinking?”
The pressing voices
beat answers out of me
Answers that I can’t find,
but have to.
I need to know,
It needs me to know
The pressure is counting on me
ticking the time away
till I find them,
or snap.

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page