Poetry

Headache

by: Kat Jones

Steeled talons pierce my mind,
Shatter my thoughts into wayward shards,
Of black and gold and thudding embers,
In fire and ice and mismatched strains.

Music screams in faded shadow;
Broken lights pound in shallow dreams,
That wilt and wain 'til hope lies frozen,
In hollow moments and fragmented scenes.

Moving pictures ebb and slide,
In a garish dance of mocking grace;
Flowing on a tide of anger,
Spurred on by cold, frustrated rage.

Hope lies barren on desert sands,
In tortured, thudding, twisted agony;
Yet the void comes to drive pain out,
Sweet relief pulls misery into memory.