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)
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