Migraine

I'm so messed up this morning,
as this pain invades my head,
pulls the life force from my body
and I wish that I were dead.

It hammers and it dances,
and beats out a frightful dirge,
with throbbing sharp flashes
and thoughts I can't purge.

My right eye is blinded,
and emotions aren't real,
with a pain that possesses
no compassion to deal.

I lay in my bedroom,
with no light as my friend,
and pray for the moment
this pain finally ends.

The dim lights are soothing,
and I feel just a bit,
lesser than mere mortal,
though my head just starts to split.

I wait until later,
where there's no clock to tell
and I'll feel so much better
until the next spell.

July 7th, 1997