Chronicles of the Daily Grind

i chomp the words

and they slip past my mouth;
i tried gathering the letter crumbs
and rearrange,
and meditate.
i don't see the sense of taking these all,
yet i feel obliged,
by me?
by a monster in me,
a liitle monster that creeps.
and as i take these words
for my mind to digest,
it stops.
and my mind goes blank...
then, boom! this mind
mechanically operates,
flashing colors i haven't seen,
passing places i haven't been,
popping images i haven't met,
not before, perhaps, not yet.
then, the letters begin to float
before the vastness of the mind's eye.
like a water they drop,
like a hammer they pound.
and my head starts to ache,
as i cry out a silent pain.
yet, what suffers the most,
not my head,
not my mind,
but this quiet heart,
who was never heard complaining...
but now.