Can’t get that migraine pill anywhere,
enclosed within a trelliswork of pain
and concomitant fatigue, frustration,
loss of imagination, substitute pill
doesn’t work, ache around the back
of my neck unbearable
Brain shrinking, world shrinking also,
lift pain temporarily by eating, then it
returns doubly as bad, everything
losing meaning and taste, losing what
little focus I had, ice-crystal partitions
between me and the world
Growing thicker, the only solution -
to absquatulate…
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I would like to translate this poem
ice crystal partition...clearest...clearer....clear.....as it thickens...it gets...blurred..mored blurred..then i see you no more...you are geting deeper Marga....nice work