Migraines

My personal hell

My head: it pounds
Blood coursing through the veins .

Boom, boom, boom
I cannot hear my own thoughts.

I bend over and hold my head,
Rub my temples, awaiting a genie's emergence.

No such genie,
Just pain and agony.

My eyes: they begin to blur
Just streaks of black across my sight.

Strobe lights flash behind my eyes
I can't see a damn thing.

I can't see life,
How can I move through?

A pill or two does the trick,
But only for so long.

But when worst comes to worst,
Migraines always win.

Author's Note

Literally, these things are hell. Anyone who gets them knows what I mean. I haven't written in a while, so I'm experimenting with some new styles. Lemme know what you think :)

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

I call them hangovers ;-) Well done, this...thanks so much for sharing this piece with us, and sorry...all kidding apart, migraines are absolute hell.

-kimmer

[Will]

Haha, I haven't had one of those yet. But yeah, these aren't very fun. Thanks for reading :)

[KAOlmsted]

;-) My pleasure.

[Angi]

I can feel your pain ~almost~ and I thank God I can't. I hear these things are horrible. I love clicking on someones work and seeing a completely new topic, one that I wouldn't know to write about. Nicely worked, Will.

[Will]

I'm glad i can almost bring you there, and also glad you're not here. These aren't very fun at all, but I'm glad you liked the poem. Thanks for reading and reviewing :)

[Angi]

My pleasure!

[Muse]

Gawd I'm sorry...I have felt this hell. There's nothing worse than a an ache that will not go away. Your poem has as much heart in it as it does pain. But that's the beauty of poetry...we can write about anything for theraputic and/or creative reasons.

[Will]

These are no fun, but writing always helps. Thanks for reading :)

[Frieda P]

My mother-in-law used to get them really bad, literally locked herself in a closet to get away from any light or noise. Your poem reminds me of her terrible pain. Good one.

[Will]

I haven't done that yet, but I can certainly relate. Thanks for reading :)

[Frieda P]

She had them for years, nothing helped, then they just suddenly stopped, there's hope. :-)

[Will]

That sudden stopping happens more often then you would think, apparently. My doctor told me about people who just don't get them after a while, with no clear reason as to why. So yes, there is some hope :)

[Frieda P]

I'll keep my fingers & toes crossed for you :-)

[lyss]

I don't get headaches of any kind, but this poem really does allowing to picture the constant parade of pounding pain you must experience from migraines.

[Will]

I really wanted to emphasize that pounding sensation, so I'm glad you got that. Thanks for reading :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Will, this is a perfect description - in perfect rhythm - for the hell that is migraine. This line: "I can't see life, How can I move through?" really expresses the debilitating nature of these headaches. I used to get them in my twenties often - thought I was dying every time. So grateful that they plague me no more, but your poem certainly took me back vividly. Great write!

[Will]

I'm very glad you've gotten over them. I appreciate you reading and giving such a wonderful review. Thanks a lot Rita

[Baby Ricochet]

I don't get them but my X wife did and they were brutal. Great descriptive piece here. I could hear the pounding in your head. Great job Will.

[Will]

Glad you got the picture so vividly. Thanks for reading and reviewing