Migraine (Temporary Relief) Poem by douglas lewis

Migraine (Temporary Relief)

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A hole in the head would
Empty the madness,
The untrained,
The black clapping waves.
The vermin would abandon
The flooded fields.
But it's like a barrel
And blistering tails
Are beating staves.
Now they are caught
In a hollow and
with their manners
forgotten,
The hole plugs
Like a boarded fog.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: pain,relief,headache
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 03 May 2017

A relief though temporary. Thanks

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