Somedays are not so good…

Migraine

 

Image perfect and clear

Now splintered, or wet

Jagged confused, pain too near

 

Mad at disrupt of day

Of mind’s perfect betrayal

Forcing an all stop and stay

 

Find quiet, find dark

See mind electric

Seek calm, control spark

 

Simple mind matters

Failure is great pain

Loss leaves me in tatters

 

Knife shatters all peace

Stomach erupts

Breathe, hope it will ease

 

Vision back, but I don’t want to see

Stay in dark, quiet

Manage pain and just try to breathe

 

Always hours, maybe five

Hang on and live

Get there, just survive

 

Brutal, life stress affects

Try to control, or accept

It’s just one of many defects

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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