Headache Hates Good Morning Poem by Onwubuariri Jachinma

I didn't know how bad I am with headache
Until i slept a whole day at work before a full cup of coffee breathing fire
The mind is throbbing
Thoughts are screaming loudly, blurring my vision
With a grinding machine on automatic restock mode scavenging corn in my tiny brain
The uproar of the devils singing to the beats in my head
Hijacking the tiny peace off my dead heart, wishing to sleep like I did when I turned 10
I have a backpack full of stories to share about my first day at work
Or the lady I stole a kiss with in the cinema
But the words are surrounded by packs of buzzes sending signals of cracking metals hoping to explode once I talk
Every part of me feels the troubles looming in my head
My hand hurts like I emptied a whole bottle of pepper on it, a lethal atom dancing on my skin
Eyes and nose loosing focus as my mind is folding in on me
Got hooked up with doctors, a Laurel I can win for engaging in medical routines
Nauseated, I retreat to bed
My bathtub helps me feel better
Yet the pain still hides in the water
Hoping I rise to whisper "GOOD MORNING".