| Migraine By David Roth © 31st January, 2005 Harsh and blinding, Searing with a brilliance As if the sun itself Has taken residence Inside of my eyelids Shrill and thunderous, Explosion of noise, Even the softest whisper Bombarding my eardrums With an endless cacophony misery. Sharp and piercing, Endlessly excruciating, Determined jackhammers, Hell bent on tunneling through To the innermost parts of my brain. Light, sound and touch, Conspirators intent in their evil purpose, I think that surely I must die, Only to discover That I’m not going to be so lucky. The curse that is migraine devours me. |
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