Constricted

My head blurs

till I loss my balance and tip

on the way to the bathroom

till the left one is bigger

and the right one is just a prick

and that head of mine

it dances

and it throbs

and I press at my temples

and wonder if I took

that ice cream scooper

to those spots and scoop

out my brains

if this feeling would stop

so I drink lots of water

and watch all that tv

and hope the feeling

drifts away

and I lay in my bed

and I try so hard to rest my head

and I just keep falling

and I get to that point

when I need someone to catch me

and I don’t think anyone can

and I clasp my hands tight

and I curl up inside

and pray that I’ll be ok

and then the morning light comes

and it burns all I am

and I shield my self with

those blankets

and you knock on the door

and I let you in

and I hope that you’ll

be enough

please be enough