When Lightning Strikes

A short poem of the affect of Trigeminal Neuralgia.

The breeze is bitter in the air

I will have to stay inside today

I tell my partner as he ventures

Outside to meet my enemy

Leaving me alone to fight

The invisibile evil within me

I brace myself for the shock

Trying not to grit my teeth

Whilst nestling near the heat

Of the radiator to keep the

Monster at bay

The attack is coming

My face puffs in response

And I am consumed in agony

As I feel the jolt in my face

My flesh is burning

My body is shaking

They say that lightning 

Never strikes twice

They were wrong

Author's Note

This is literally my first poem in years, think of your criticisms, and answer me this, is it true? Is it nice? And is it necessary? If your answer is yes to all three questions, then go ahead.
P.S nice is a loosely used term.

Reviews

[Robin Saxon]

Interesting piece. Made stronger by its truth. If you had not said what it was about, I would have opted for withdrawal, pick your poison and wait for the ending. Very well written.