Inward Focus Poem by Helen Gaudin

I joke that my ailments
Are all inside my head
I could cut off my head
Leave it behind and all would be well

Points of pain, points of pressure
Build in sparks and flashes
Across the bone scape
Eyes shut, I can paint my face
Coloured in pain's dimensions
To my own internal music
As a continuous ringing
Pulses in my inner ears

All my focus turns inwards
My inner world scape overwhelms
While in here I have nothing to give
That is beyond this space