It’s all inside my head
they said,
They may be correct.
Who’d expect
headache issues to last
well past
a year’s duration.
No elation
comes from this condition,
my suspicions
rise to a new low.
I know
all things take time,
but I’m
at my wits end.
these pains away,
I’m cured.
It’s absurd
to live in this cloud
for crying out loud.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Written for Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Poetic Forms: Echo Verse

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