Migraine
poem by:
Deborah Beaver
Written
on Mar 08, 2016
Migraine: In my head,where madness dwells, when endless pain ensues............. It's like a surgeon operates, while swigging down the booze. I'm paralyzed ,yet wide awake, as he drills into my skull.................. cracks it open,like a shell, the pain is slow and dull. Feeling every cut,and hearing every morbid sound, gasping for each precious breath, while in my blood ,I drown. Every second ,dragging on, descending into hell,so far down,I'm choking, from the rancid ,burning smell. In my head where madness dwells, and endless pain ensues....................... the world goes on without me while the surgeon swigs his booze. Deborah Beaver
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Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 22, 2018 at 11:46am
I've been told that there is no pain worse than an attack of migraine......really good poem........
