Held in a clamp.
Body and brain quiet screaming ramps.
Migraine headache’s consuming hurt.
So much so that I just can’t stand.
This sort of pain is nature’s curse.
My mind becomes a radar screen.
Spinning strobe as the weather careens.
Surrounding silence around so golden.
A dark room cascades in visual sparks.
While this happens my moments are stolen.
Hot and cold with nausea aches.
Wishing the storm within would abate.
Always determined to push past defeat.
A pause of patience just to get another chance.
Another day comes to find some relief.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK
(inspired by a migraine headache)