This head

This head i have
is filled with pain
the thoughts of a million years
crammed into fourteen
i just need to sleep
to escape it all
this headache of a century
pounding out of my head
like a lunatic in a cage
wanting to burst out and escape
blossom like the spring flower
this head i have
the one filled with thoughts
filled with pain
the inescapable headache
it will be gone before the morning comes

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1. Tate Durand says:

   hi, i don't know you. we've met once
   but i saw this link on your facebook and decided to read what you had written
   this poem is grand.
   i loved how you worded "the thoughts of a million years crammed into fourteen"
   and i am not a writer but i love to read poetry so to read this was marvelous, only word that i could think of (obviously not a writer)