Poem written yesterday in the throes of a migraine attack. Thought I’d put it to some use. Migraine sufferers might be able to relate.
First twinges.
warning lights flash
on off on off
in the darkened room
behind tight closed eyes.
Disjointed music
broken images of fractured light flick
on off on off.
And the journey starts
into the tunnel
out again
in out in out.
Light flickers past in half-caught pictures
train hurtling
screaming in the wind.
Wheels turn
grinding their metallic din
into the tunnel
out again
into the flickering screaming din of the light.
Train switches to boat
heaving ocean
stomach groans
taste of bile on the tongue
waves rise and plunge
up down up down.
Stomach
waves
boat
deck
heave and plunge
in a sickening cacophony of light
on off on off.
Migraine day lurches by
I, unaware of the passing of time
following the pulse…
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