concussion
I'm thinking waves
..huge, soaring waves
they're cold and solid
painful and penetrating
brightly coloured
(lapis blue)
but once inside, I see only black
I need to vomit;
the ride is too rocky,
the blow was too hard
I need to lie down
in a dark room,
close to an opened window
I was shaken, hit, pushed over
now
I'm dealing with the bruising and the swelling
-- I'm a patient patient
..huge, soaring waves
they're cold and solid
painful and penetrating
brightly coloured
(lapis blue)
but once inside, I see only black
I need to vomit;
the ride is too rocky,
the blow was too hard
I need to lie down
in a dark room,
close to an opened window
I was shaken, hit, pushed over
now
I'm dealing with the bruising and the swelling
-- I'm a patient patient
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