Another bad poem

Been raising a headache, for several years now. Like an unwanted child, in my body, it stays, though, be it day or be it night, be it now…

There’s something calming about the colour green. Just like pink, red, blue, black, white and orange.

Been raising a headache,
for several years now.
Like an unwanted child,
in my body, it stays, though,
be it day or be it night,
be it now or be it then,
it is always around—no pretence.
Some labyrinths have no escape,
like a roulette without a stake.
Spinning r…