"How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world"

~William Shakespeare

big giant rock

in my head

big giant

sharp, pounding, jabbing

rock

in the right side

of my head

that won’t stop

pounding

throbbing

hurting

keeping

me from

thought

and action

and sleep

and

life.

rock that

jars

and hurts

big giant rock

that constantly shifts and changes

its surface

from sharp and ice-pick like

to dull

then spiky, rough

shifting, just enough

to cause the maximum amount of pain

until it is almost unnoticeable because it is too much

and then again

it changes

and throws itself against the limits of my skull

that is tender from

too much

pounding

and

jabbing

and always

reminds

me

that

it is here

and there

and just

won’t leave.

Big Giant Rock.