A Year of Poems – Day 331

When the brain hits the wall
Hurts from the impact
Eyes smart, water, no tears
No narrative can be understood
So there is no sadness in the thoughts.
But sadness remains in the echoes of the skull.
Sorrow is in the dissonance
The mismatch of comprehension and reality
Which bounces round in splitting cacophony.


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