Skin ripples
Head surges
Stomach rolls
Body is a stormy sea.
poem-migraine August 3, 2014
Claws in the hall,
a staccato jack hammer,
burrow into my brain.
The A/C unit
roars and reverberates
in my skull.
Dull morning light
pierces through my eyelids
burning like a laser.
A storm roils
in my stomach washing up waves of
star studded agony.
Heat washes over, steam rises.
A freezing blizzard follows.
Desperately I seek
the peaceful
oblivion of sleep.
.
.
.
(Not having a good day!)
Migraine June 20, 2010
a gleam in the distance
a vice on the temples
a tempest in the stomach
an echoing in the ears
an agony in the light
an explosion in my head
paralysis
© Shawn Bird 2010
Shawn L. Bird 