The aches and pains

Head held high, despite the pain

Within air level, approximately 30 metres high

In a small room, slowly growin’ insane

Gasping, releasing a slow sigh

Feels like an orchestrate playin’

the squeak of a mouse, no of a crayon

 and nails on a chalkboard

all in my head

feelin’ heavy like lead

The mouse (cursor) blinkin’ in blank space

waitin’ on me,  probably gettin’ bored

I got nothin’.

This Headache is killin’ all the cre-a-ti-vit-y.

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My usual exaggeration…

Wa Salam,

Abdur-Rahman