Just poems about headaches, heartaches and life in the concrete jungle when you're a depressed little no-body with nothing better to do... Enjoy!
That dreadful buzz, like locusts swarmed about my ears.
The deafening thump, like thousands of hearts beating at once.
Those voices are calling out and I'm listening.
The sound seems to overpower my head,
Mere words lack meaning to the pure agony.
I feel like I am drifting, and peaceful.
Yet the pain continues.
Tells me I am alive.
I see death.
I welcome him.
But he does not welcome me.
I must live another day.