The pain in my head
Won't let me rest.
The noise in my head
Won't quiet!
- Tired and shaking -
How to smile
When oppressed?
The caged bird may sing, yet
Does it bear
The beady eyes glaring?
Does it succumb
To the looking over it's shoulder,
To the paranoia,
The insatisfaction,
Discontent?
Singing alone won't calm.
Shouting may comfort.
But what when
The fighting Spirit is beat down?
The throbbing itchy ulcer
Must be removed.
The gnawing tick
Picked off and burned.
Or more effectively
To the beast that demands
Such attentions
All backs must be turned!
DWBB
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