Steeled talons pierce the mind,
Shatter thoughts into wayward shards,
Of black and gold and thudding embers,
In fire and ice and mismatched strains.
Music screams in faded shadow;
Broken lights pound in shallow dreams,
That wilt and wane 'til hope lies frozen,
In hollow moments and fragmented scenes.
Moving pictures ebb and slide,
In a garish dance of mocking grace;
Flowing on a tide of anger,
Spurred on by cold, frustrated rage.
Hope lies barren on desert sands,
In tortured, thudding, twisted agony;
Yet the void comes to drive pain out,
Sweet relief pulls misery into memory.
© S.E.S
Sara Stowell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/headache-9/
