1622 – Another Hole

Another Hole
“It’s nice not having anything on my mind for a change.”

If My Head Had a Hole

I could grease the gears that grind
and sometimes squeak inside my head.
I’d massage my muddled mind
by reaching right inside instead.
I could shush the bombing bang
of horrid headaches in my brain.
I could silence all the sirens
and the pulsing, pounding pain.
I could make the swirling still.
I’d make the sharpened stabbing dull
if I grabbed myself a drill
and put a hole into my skull.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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