migraine poem



The push begins from deep within
The bands begin to tighten
Pushing in and shoving out
Throbbing with each breath
It grows with sound and sight and light
And heartbeats make it quicken

The headache from hell
Is really doing well
Like the parasite it is
It grows and devours
All my waking hours
And makes me quite a drag.

Useless gutless log of pain
Wondering when it all will end
Wondering what relief is
And where and why is it not mine?
Day three this week and no end in sight
Migraine my pain my life

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