Uptight/Headache Poem by e.e. wilholt
Uptight/Headache
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*****Uptight*****
Extreme tension racks my brain
Every little thing builds up the pain
Pounding, pulsating, higher it grows
Until it explodes and overflows
Into hot tears pouring down my cheeks
Relief
*****Headache*****
Like an angry man pounding on a door
There is a hammer inside my head...
When I’m uptight
That hammer pounds like crazy
On the portal of my brain
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