Migraine of Self-Thought
Through these perilous roads
Under the cover
Of the night sky
Glaring forces
Spring from the darkness
And with pain at the temples
A never stopping
Continuous feeling
Of intense dread
As though you've been here
Before
You know what comes next
And you're terrified
So you erect walls of malice
To protect yourself
From assault in a number of
Hate
This poem is about:
Me
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