MigraineA Poem by Laura E. ArandaMigraine's merciless fangs sink into my skull Probing Twisting Changing sounds into colours words into w a l k i n g figures
Not so distant trains' whistles furious red and orange steam
My sleeping son's breath is light blues and greys punctuated by white snores
I fight the urge to bow at the altar of caffeine once more o you cruel taskmaster
cover my eyes hide my face let darkness shroud the pain shelter me from the gnawing agony © 2012 Laura E. Aranda |
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4 Reviews Added on September 17, 2012 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorLaura E. ArandaTXAboutOut beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. Rumi You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. ~Navajo Proverb One of my favorite po.. more..Writing
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