I've been under a fog,
My brain short circuited
couldn't remember how to write,
wait, I might, no, no
It's a neurological party in my head
and pain has gate crashed.
smashed through,
ice pick stabs.
blown through my mind
now I cant find,
I cant see, cant eat,
lack of concentration, lack of speech.
My dreams become nightmares,
as my body quivers
aches and chills,
vomit and numbness.
A migraine wont kill, oh no,
But they'll torture you enough to make you wish they did.
A whole day wasted, sometimes more
snore, snore, snore.
go away now, I've had enough.
If only I could open my skull,
and scoop out the part that hurts with a melon baller.
But instead I'll just crawler,
back to bed, and wish I were dead.
But then you come back,
the fog lifts, and It's like,
Oh, there I am.
Please Migraine never come back.
About the Creator
Dreadibek R. J. Dunning
I am a published poet and aspiring novelist from Yorkshire UK. I have three books out available on amazon. I am a vegan activist and am currently working on a new book inspired by my work with the save movement. Writing a fantasy series atm
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