Pain, thumping, throbbing
Eye's blurred
Vision and hearing muffled
Up close sounds like underwater voices
Squinting brings no clarity
Brain slow
Sluggish thought
Thinking to do those things that normally take no thought to do
Too loud, too bright, oh the pain
Someone bring me the welcome envelope of darkness
The everlasting comfort of silence
So I don't need to hear or think
Someone lock me away in an insulated room
Where I can be alone and not have to think for a while
This wooden brain needs isolation to recover
Amaranth
3 March 2012
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