me and my headache

there’s no one here

just me

and my head

split

in too varied options

pinned to my existence

I try to centre each of them

find a purpose, fit in

when a race against time

tryin’ to rip

the life out of me

where the Grim Reaper fights the Greatest Foe

strikin’ the hour with its claws

rippin’ my insides, diggin’ in my soul

in every harrowed hour of my disturbed dream

“to hell with it, get off me!”

I scream

there’s no one there

to save me from this monstrosity enslavin’ me

like a prisoner in his cell

"is he still there? alive?" I’m wonderin’

I left him there a while ago

and I still don’t know

what’s goin’ on

with this narcissistic withdrawal of information

almost as if someone

threw me right in the middle

and forgot to tell the basics

needed for survival

will I ever be free again?