He cannot hear the silence
Through the beating of his heart
Or the sound of his common sense
Tearing itself apart
He crushes his head between his hands
Falling to his knees
Nerves tensed like elastic bands
But the pain cannot ease
He longs for the darkness to descend
And prays to feel no more
The pain seems to be without end
Until he can’t take it any more
He beats his head against the ground
The light torturing his eyes
The world spins around and round
And the darkness multiples
As he slips into unconsciousness
To escape from the pain
It’s hard to understand the distress
Or the suffering of migraine
Tallisman 2022
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- Comment from author about the poem: A lifelong sufferer, I’m afraid!
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A sensitive write T.
Your graphic description of migraine pain truly depicts what sufferers endure. I cannot imagine what that must be like. I truly wish you better and better days my friend
Thank you Bella, fortunately as I got older the bad ones got less and less frequent, though lasted longer when they did happen! As a child I would pass out …actually a blessing..but haven’t that luxury as an adult, something else I guess we grow out of!
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