Migraine

Migraine

A Poem by Laura E. Aranda

Migraine's merciless fangs sink into my skull

Probing

Twisting

Changing sounds into colours

words into

w

     a

          l

               k

                     i

                          n

                                  g

 figures

 

Not so distant trains' whistles furious red and orange steam

 

My sleeping son's breath is light blues and greys punctuated by white snores

 

I fight the urge to bow at the altar of caffeine once more

o you cruel taskmaster

 

cover my eyes

hide my face

let darkness shroud the pain

shelter me from the gnawing agony


© 2012 Laura E. Aranda



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They are such an unfortunate pain that I can relate to! I get them with aura, so the color variations you mention here are spot on!

One more thing...I adore your avatar!! Nice to meet you, Laura!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Migraines, the headache that powers over everything! My sympathies...

Posted 4 Years Ago


...yes...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Yep, the same disease; excellent!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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