The Headache
Once a Crucible practice boring,
while I pondered, almost snoring
Over a somewhat quaint, yet curious volume of forgotten lines.
I nearly nodded, not to break
But suddenly there came an ache
as of some invisible stake driving itself into my brain.
But with any pain, why waste my time?
Instantly, in my chair I wilted.
My head had felt suddenly felt jilted
the beating of my heart instilled...a beating in my brain.
Regardless of the stageborn talent,
My body just felt weak, not gallant.
Concentration had left me with the beating of my brain.
But why must this ache yet be mine?
Suddenly, I wished for water
As my forehead grew gradually hotter.
If only this would soon be over, but time wasn't on my side.
With every scene the acts grew longer,
And every second the ache grew stronger.
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like days in which to hide.
Why will the clock never reach nine?
Inside my hood, my head stayed resting,
With every minute, my character testing.
Will I stay for the entire ordeal or leave, walk through the door?
As one hour creeps by like a snail,
One act crawls past not to prevail.
Everyones forgotten lines lay strewn apon the floor
All my wishes remain behind that door.
while I pondered, almost snoring
Over a somewhat quaint, yet curious volume of forgotten lines.
I nearly nodded, not to break
But suddenly there came an ache
as of some invisible stake driving itself into my brain.
But with any pain, why waste my time?
Instantly, in my chair I wilted.
My head had felt suddenly felt jilted
the beating of my heart instilled...a beating in my brain.
Regardless of the stageborn talent,
My body just felt weak, not gallant.
Concentration had left me with the beating of my brain.
But why must this ache yet be mine?
Suddenly, I wished for water
As my forehead grew gradually hotter.
If only this would soon be over, but time wasn't on my side.
With every scene the acts grew longer,
And every second the ache grew stronger.
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like days in which to hide.
Why will the clock never reach nine?
Inside my hood, my head stayed resting,
With every minute, my character testing.
Will I stay for the entire ordeal or leave, walk through the door?
As one hour creeps by like a snail,
One act crawls past not to prevail.
Everyones forgotten lines lay strewn apon the floor
All my wishes remain behind that door.