The Migraine Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Get Out! He pleads imploringly, please just go away,
He fights this battle every week, any time of day.
Falling to his knees in pain, he crawls along the floor
Breathing hard and crying, he grasps onto the door.

The pain is so unbearable but it’s going to get much worse
He feels that pounding pain again, like his head is going to burst,
Flashing lights attack his brain, bright lights pierce his eyes
They split his mind completely like lightning splits the skies.

He holds his face in both hands, now drenched with painful tears
A searing heat, electric pain, brings sweating and more fear.
His blood is boiling, bubbling red, the pain intensifies
His head is throbbing, can’t take much more, he waits for its demise.

Then voices scream within his head, they won’t leave him alone,
Sharp, incisive, high pitched squeals, shrill and piercing tones.
They lacerate his blackest mind, much too much to bear
Like sharpened knives they stab away, his demons show no care.

I ask if I can help but he turns and screams at me
Shut up! Don’t talk to me, just go and leave me be.
His crumpled frame falls on the bed, he looks a broken man
But now he’ll rest, though beaten, resisting all he can.

The energy’s been sapped from him, his body’s feeling drained
That hollowness of emptiness, he’s helpless now and pained
His struggling’s going nowhere, this time he’ll have to wait
And leave nature, with its anti-Christ, until the pain abates.