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The Haze of the Migraine

Updated on May 16, 2013

Pain exploding into waves of horror

Refusing to subside

even in the drug induced haze

of medication meant to ease it.


Part of my life that refuses to let go

for even a moment.

Undulations of torment that ring

in my conscious reality.


Incapable of thinking in a straight line

inadequate word composition,

and the ability to function

on an equal level of the insane.


My mind is bouncing up and down

not reaching any thoughts at all,

simply reverberating in the

total emptiness of my skull.


What am I to do with this impression

of corporeal inadequacy,

that linger in the intervals

of the correspondence that is my understanding.


Numbness is the only relief that

my tortured mind receives,

oblivion would be a alleviation,

but even that would not be a comfort.


Where do I go from here

do I move forward hoping to impact

my world or do I stand still,

knowing that there is no requirement.


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      Dora Isaac Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      Headache in poetry! Who can beat that? You poets are marvelous. Good job, Valerie!

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      Valerie P Brown 4 years ago from Jacksonville, FL

      Ty doing that while you have the headache. Thanks Ms Dora

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