Poem -
Migraine
My mind is a gutter,
cluttered and confused
holding onto nothing.Β
What was it you asked me to do a few seconds ago?
I can't remember.
Short term memory
comes with the pain,
as well as a tired
easily angered personality.Β
Just don't talk to me.
Leave me be.
Darkness is my friend,
where no light shines.
The pressure eases
but still the throbbing continues.Β
I try not to cry,Β
for it only makes it worse...
There are pins in my eyes
and light floating all around,Β
little sparkles in the edge of my vision.Β
The bells ring in my ears
and the hammers in my head
pound to an unwanted beat.Β
Sleep isn't even a relief.Β
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Hi Lily,
I have studied those horrid migraines
And although I have no medical degree
I've learned how to possibly circumvent them
With a diet that is absolutely additive free
For many foods we eat are poisoned
With pesticides causing pain
If you can learn how to avoid them
They'll lead you to agony's refrain
So it's time to go organic
Ingest only foods are pure
Then your migraines will be history
Of that, I'm very sure
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
My twin sister suffers migrain once in a while...It makes me sick each time she starts ...I call it "The Monster".....Nicely written...Enjoyed
I live with migraines. They are a pain. I was in the hospital for a week with one.... the doctors said I had sepsis. I wouldn't wish the agony on any one. very well penned!