A pounding drum in a shadowed maze,
A headache’s grip, a darkened haze.
A relentless force, a mind deform.
Sharp and dull, a blinding light.
As the world blurs and sighs go by.
Pressure mounts in a stormy sea,
Where solace seems a distant plea.
A fog descends, heavy and dense,
The mind's lament, so intense.
Hope flickers softly, a gentle light.
In rest and calm, the pain may wane,
Until relief breaks the cycle’s chain.
A fleeting guest in life’s own sphere,
A reminder of resilience, ever near.
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Abbas
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