Spiked, by Greg Vovos

Spiked

He wasn’ t sure what to do.
He couldn’ t even bear
to look at himself…
so disgusted.
So finally he told them
to erase his mind.
He was sure it would
bring him relief.
But somehow he felt
no different,
he was just as disturbed
as ever.
Perhaps they should have
pulled the railroad spike
from his head.
Sometimes the answer
stares you in the face.

poems.one - Greg Vovos

Greg Vovos