Migraines

Migraines

A Poem by Will
"

My personal hell

"
My head: it pounds
Blood coursing through the veins .

Boom, boom, boom
I cannot hear my own thoughts.

I bend over and hold my head,
Rub my temples, awaiting a genie's emergence.

No such genie,
Just pain and agony.

My eyes: they begin to blur
Just streaks of black across my sight.

Strobe lights flash behind my eyes
I can't see a damn thing.

I can't see life,
How can I move through?

A pill or two does the trick,
But only for so long.

But when worst comes to worst,
Migraines always win.

© 2013 Will


Author's Note

Will
Literally, these things are hell. Anyone who gets them knows what I mean. I haven't written in a while, so I'm experimenting with some new styles. Lemme know what you think :)

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I call them hangovers ;-) Well done, this...thanks so much for sharing this piece with us, and sorry...all kidding apart, migraines are absolute hell.

-kimmer

Posted 8 Years Ago


Will

8 Years Ago

Haha, I haven't had one of those yet. But yeah, these aren't very fun. Thanks for reading :)
KAOlmsted

8 Years Ago

;-) My pleasure.
I can feel your pain ~almost~ and I thank God I can't. I hear these things are horrible. I love clicking on someones work and seeing a completely new topic, one that I wouldn't know to write about. Nicely worked, Will.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Will

8 Years Ago

I'm glad i can almost bring you there, and also glad you're not here. These aren't very fun at all, .. read more
Angi

8 Years Ago

My pleasure!
Gawd I'm sorry...I have felt this hell. There's nothing worse than a an ache that will not go away. Your poem has as much heart in it as it does pain. But that's the beauty of poetry...we can write about anything for theraputic and/or creative reasons.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Will

8 Years Ago

These are no fun, but writing always helps. Thanks for reading :)
My mother-in-law used to get them really bad, literally locked herself in a closet to get away from any light or noise. Your poem reminds me of her terrible pain. Good one.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Frieda P

8 Years Ago

She had them for years, nothing helped, then they just suddenly stopped, there's hope. :-)
Will

8 Years Ago

That sudden stopping happens more often then you would think, apparently. My doctor told me about pe.. read more
Frieda P

8 Years Ago

I'll keep my fingers & toes crossed for you :-)
I don't get headaches of any kind, but this poem really does allowing to picture the constant parade of pounding pain you must experience from migraines.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Will

8 Years Ago

I really wanted to emphasize that pounding sensation, so I'm glad you got that. Thanks for reading :.. read more
Will, this is a perfect description - in perfect rhythm - for the hell that is migraine. This line: "I can't see life, How can I move through?" really expresses the debilitating nature of these headaches. I used to get them in my twenties often - thought I was dying every time. So grateful that they plague me no more, but your poem certainly took me back vividly. Great write!


Posted 8 Years Ago


Will

8 Years Ago

I'm very glad you've gotten over them. I appreciate you reading and giving such a wonderful review. .. read more
I don't get them but my X wife did and they were brutal. Great descriptive piece here. I could hear the pounding in your head. Great job Will.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Will

8 Years Ago

Glad you got the picture so vividly. Thanks for reading and reviewing

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Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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