It rages in my head It’s hunger goes unfed. Crawling like an almighty dread, Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.
The need and greed consumes me, It ripples through my brain Pushing me beyond the brink of pain. To lift me high then dash me down again .
They crawl and grab They lunge and stab. Body to body soul to soul They creep through my head to reach their goal.
They grapple they bite and suck. I cry and curse my luck. The sword fights the cross It starts to burn Thundering through my head I yearn.
To be eased, appeased Sated and pleased. Barren dried out and teased. It is eating me up never letting me rest. I need it, I demand it this is not a request. It’s driving me mad Making me sad. I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.
It is gnawing me, goring me, Splitting me in two They all creep inside me what am I to do. Help me, help me I am going mad Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!
What is this torture I fear Around the world for help I sweep Driving me to madness I weep This cacophony in my ear Ramping my madness up a gear It eats away my sanity Please rescue me, help me be free The music worm attacks my brain Repeating, making mental pain Oh! smite this ear worm, smite me!
Parliament still leads the dance Question is should masks stay or go. They’re also stopping lateral flow. Go into work now take a chance. Coughs on transport get sideways glance. No longer heed the Delta strain Rishi Sunak is out for gain. So rules will be relaxed we smile. As confusion reigns all the while. As our safety goes down the drain !
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FOOL and Head) and here is my Haiku. This week’s Décima Challenge is FORTUNE in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but can be combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. This week I do.
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Here I’m trapped in this lonely place Tied and bound to dance to their tune. Hope gone, a soldier of fortune. It’s me, not you here at God’s grace. Fear creeping at relentless pace. Morphious brought as injection. This place spreads dread as infection. Keys jangle in the dead of night. Wings being clipped no hope of flight. Give out the pills like confection.
Ronovan said : You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (MAD and Sane) which and this Décima Challenge of GIFT in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I chose to do so. Here is the link to my Haiku.
The gift of madness.
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Corridors full of empty souls Dancing but their spirits won’t lift. Sanity is not ours to gift Lost forever all youthful goals Here hope is gone it downhill rolls. Screaming inside, making no sound Dancing in circles round and round. Foresake all hope of leaving here. Keeping guard, surrounded by fear. We’re all lost never to be found.
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