Headache

Just a casual hand !

HeadAche

An empty ground
but full of deafening sound
A viscous fluid vessel
stirring itself round

Like a wrestlers ring
pain, which only brings
stretches like a rope
erasing all the vested hope

just an empty bowl
whose purpose was never to howl
a ball of cork
crashing against the old rock

the horn of the cars
creating only new scars
like the life of goat
butchered in every thought

like a coffin of wood
as beautiful as it could
aches the heart
of anyone any smart

the latitude of earth
the harshness of sun
the smiling pun
are all sweeter than this

it killed my hope
now I could only dope
just having the pill
O Devil, just stand still!!