Migraine Poem by Mel. D.

The light is too bright and the darkness too deep,
The silence too shattering, every breath screaming,
Every thought stabbing, not able to plunge into sleep
Yet longing for a moment of peace to be dreaming,

Crying for the thoughts to stop, but it only heightens
As my brain rebels, not throbbing, not that nice,
No, it shrieks as it conjures up medieval weapons
To shove through itself; in its torture it’s very precise,

So precise that I long for another pain, a greater one,
A burn I control, to come and distract me from it,
From the formidable enemy my brain has become,
To give me some sort of power, just a bit,

That will make it better, will allow me to live,
Will make everything better, searingly serene,
Overpowering that which holds me captive,
Allowing me to finally drift off and dream.