On Headaches

I feel heavy today-
unconsciously crossed
into bouts of dizziness
where my sense gets smashed
and dashed upon the floor
is my balance-
my understanding is flawed
as my brain is knocked,
spilled over
and spent
by tremors that attack
and eclipse,
and then are gone.
Instantaneous phasing
between realms of what
appears as straight
forward
but then again,
is not.
I feel a heavy mess;
weighed down
by my own, embittering
thoughts-
Why do I feel like this?
What is the depression
that I feel in my head
like a slurred bowl
in a drunken man's
hands;
the contents now out
that were in.
Every time I close my
eyes, I battle the cold,
harsh sense
of sleep.
Life becomes nothing
but walking into a dream.
Rigid sleep-
so long awaited
now you finally are
a part of me
though I find myself
adrift, as distant
seas
where I am seized
encompassed
and lost-
find only sensory deceit.