Migraine

 

My head is pounding,

My breathing deepening.

My movements slowing,

My sight disappearing.

 

This pain is too deep,

My body is shutting down.

This is my genes,

You gave them to me!

 

How could you let this be?

It ruins everything.

My ears start to ring,

And my stomach is crumbling

 

No medicine can help,

This dieses you sent to me.

You've only made it grow,

With the drugs in your system.

Author's Note

Its cruddy, I know :]

Reviews

[Crinkle°]

yes, sometimes I have 'migraines', rarely, but it's intense and very painful, you've written it well!

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. this is the first migraine poem that i've read since june 2008 ... when i first started reading poetry ... and perhaps i shouldn't be saying this about a migraine poem ... but it is spectacular! ...