Thrum thrum thrum

Pulses my head

A fog sweeping though

As thoughts grow murky

Each beam of light pierces

Leaving pathways of pain

The din grows to a roar

Overwhelming senses

 

Must be a headache

My woozy mind muses

Take a pill

Try to make it go away

 

The lights keep growing brighter

The roar of sounds now a cacophony

Why isn’t it getting better?

 

As the dissonance and discord grow

The pain increasing, fog taking over

I finally know

Overload

 

Senses overloading from the lights

Overloading from the noise

Overloading from the world

My muddled mind finally understanding