Swollen Brain Poem

Headaches, brainaches

Low stakes no brakes.

Hard to think, put pen to ink

Pen to paper, God I stink.

Distract easy, fingers greasy

Its hard to rhyme

When you’re not all there.

My thoughts are flying

My body gets sick

Feels worse than dying

Because im aware of it.

Im amazed ive gotten this far

Trying to focus real hard.

Wish I could write more,

Not sure theres alot left in store.