Targets

There is something about a headache,
That keeps me from wanting one.
I don't get up in the middle of night,
Pacing the floor craving them.
Some might do that.
Some have a need for that kind of attention.
However with a 'how' attached to 'ever'...
I have been introduced to several people,
Who probably get no sleep at all...
Planning to deliver a few headaches,
To those unsuspecting...
They are targets!
And they too have no idea...
Those they may have chosen,
For this delivery...
Have a few surprises of their own.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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