by James Earn Ablaza Esperida on Monday, January 31, 2011 at 9:07am
January 30, 2011; 9:00 pm
I feel the pulsating drip of a faucet
lesser than the rhythm of the heartbeat.
Just beneath the right brain
appears the protuberance of the vein
magnifying the burden.
As if my head flattens, bulges or stretches
North or to South; West or to East.
I'm lost. I'm stress.
I want to behead my temple
not to feel the seizure and bustle
or I'd trade my faith to the aspirin
to discount the pounding pain.
In the quiet room, behind
I would lie down to unwind
and seek a peace of mind.
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