A poem about pain.
My head it aches,
From the series of quakes,
Pounding relentlessly into my skin.
I close my eyes,
Await my demise,
Eventually relief will come.
But until then I am cursed,
As my blood vessels burst,
From the pressure that’s pushing me down.
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