The Haze of the Migraine
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.