A poem written by Sabrina Wirey
Pounding… aching…
I must be driving her crazy.
She runs for the bottle of Motrin,
but I can’t be eliminated.
As she lies staring at the ceiling,
I am the one keeping her awake.
Pounding on her temples with my iron
fists,
I make it impossible for her to
think.
You may ask why I would do this to
someone.
Why would you cause her so much
pain?
As you ask me this I am causing her
ears to ring.
She needs to lie down again.
As I create a whirlwind of dizziness
in her skull, I laugh loudly inside.
She falls, like a boulder into her
bed, as I continue to throw my
shield up at the never ending waves
of medicine coming at me.
I will continue this series of
events until she gives up.
I honestly don’t know why she tries.
As her alarm clock goes off, I
realize it is time to start my new
day, and as soon as she stands up I
start in again.
On her way to the bathroom I throw a
wave of dizziness at her and she
stops.
As she continues on, I begin kicking
my tiny feet into her brain.
All I want is to have the
satisfaction of her defeat.
Slowly, she stops, heads back for (continued)
her bed, climbs in and pulls the
covers over her head.
A-ha! Defeat! She has finally given
in to my painful cries for
attention!
With my new found glory, I begin
jumping up and down in her head in
celebration.
She lets out a long groan and
reaches for the Motrin.
Pounding…aching…
I have officially driven her crazy.
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