Headaches Of A Dungeon Poem by Naveed Akram

Headaches of an aged man are thick and thin,
They live together with sound appetite,
Abhorring the stage that sets in after the rests,
A jolly memory sinks into place with reposes
Like roses and stoves of bread in innocent belonging.

Heads roll forward with wights and weights,
Tedious golems walk and march tonight
In the rivers of paths crossing like zigzags
And diagonal commotion.
These dungeons drown the dealers
As much as disease and madness
Of such monstrous men and minions.

Headaches happen to a man of ill health,
They abhor and loathe those with aching,
Diagonal streets reappear and cross like
The straw on a thatched roof of such raw health.