head hit hard

head hit hard
hundred hammers hard
hollow how I feel
a day later
most movement
creates a dizzying effect
couldn't do the normal
daily things that keep me going
who am I kidding
just need a rest this human
condition is always one
in repair which is OK
as you as you don't mind
the wait and the sun
finally makes it way through
the patchy clouds at last
warming the page
warms the mind too
somehow only thinking
in small pockets
lately the sun has been hidden
only the sound of rain
came through the windows
at night easy to sleep
seem to wake frequently
disturbed by something
I cannot identify
a shadow on the page
completely understand
light and perspective
at least enough
to repair this particular
human condition right now...