by Kirsten Derr
Pounding
Pounding
Always pounding
Like a miner in a mine
Brighter
Brighter
Always brighter
The light seems to shine
Louder
Louder
Always louder
The voices are than mine
The heat
Heat
Heat
Always makes it worse
I could scream till I go hoarse
Will it ever go away
This aching every day
Lying in wait
To strike
On a random date.
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