Aching, throbbing.
The lights feel like daggers stabbing into my eyes, my temples, and soul.
My stomach turns and I yearn for it to all go away,
for a dark corner to hide in,
away from the light of the day.
The pressure crushes my thoughts
and fog rolls in,
making it so I can’t think,
my mind swimming in a sea of saltwater,
drowning me.
The only solace comes from closed eyes,
darkness,
but I’m trapped in the bright lights,
blinding me,
no relaxation foreseen,
only pain and torment
until I can sleep.
Stuck.
Longing for relief.
About the Creator
Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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