Wall ((one of many))

I've got a headache of the simplest kind,
words blocked behind a wall.
Watching the clouds on the horizon,
waiting for the rain to fall.

Dear reader, did you catch the metaphor?
I appear to have to as well...
it's sort of like the cold or flu,
perfect moments make for perfect hell.

And sleep is hiding behind my house;
I feel sick and weighed with doubt.
Thanks for giving me the memories,
it'll make you harder to live with out.

Hands are shaking too damn hard,
can't keep up with this poem again.
Just another rambling letter
from a cracked wall inside my brain.