"cephalalgy" poems
SLEEP, OH, SLEEP
Too late to sleep
Too early to be awake
Doomed in sleep’s convoluted tapestry
Sleep, oh, sleep
I swoon over you nightly
But like a glamorous young lady
You continually play hard to get
Leonard Cohen’s “deeper than a Siberian coalmine” voice didn’t sway you
The boringness of my Epidemiology lecture notes didn’t persuade you
Sleep, oh, sleep
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Drowsiness, red eyes
and a face bereft of cheerfulness
Are all that I’m left with
On this long torturous day
Many gulps of coffee won’t ensure wakefulness
An hour-long bath in hot steam won’t alleviate the lethargy
Only serene slumbers will be the panacea to the cephalalgy
Sleep,oh,sleep
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
How constant you are,
from the surface of my skin, to the depth within.
Oh this pounding in my head,
the cephalalgy makes me want to drop dead.
Please just let me rest peacefully in my bed,
Though the sobriety I wish to endure won’t come.
Pills after pills,
And more pills still,
It won’t crush this rising affliction,
It’s most certainly not an addiction.
You prevent me from my task,
You crush all concentration in my path,
You’re a constant discomfort,
An ache in my brain,
I might just be going insane.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC