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A Two-Sided Migraine

Contributed by Tinkkerbelle on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 12:46:58 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



The noise, the light,
Oh, it's awful.
The littlest things,
Bring me great pain.

I have no choice but to remain in my bedroom.
Light's out.
Praying no one will make a sound.
So much for that.

People are screaming.
Doors are creaking.
Objects are being slammed.
Someone's music is blasting.

I cringe with pain.
I can't take it anymore.
The pain- it's too strong.
It overwhelms me.

I make one meek effort to move,
And that is to reach for my narcotics.
I don't know if they ease the pain or not.
But they knock me out so I can't worry about it.

When I awake, I'm so dizzy.
It's probably the narcotics.
I get light headed and I see bright lights.
Time for more drugs- the pain is back full force.

As bad as all this is physically,
Mentally and emotionally it's almost as bad.
Being locked up in my dark bedroom for four days is not for me.
I, who am very independent, become unable to do anything for myself.

It's all so terrible.
When I'm not so drugged up that I actually know who I am and where I am,
I'm thinking about how pathetic I am.
Why can't I just toughen up?

Why can't I just deal with the pain?
I do every other time.
I need to do everything myself.
So why can't I?

These two-sided migraines,
Damn do they suck.
After they're done torturing me,
I'm left with absolutely nothing left.


MW 2001




Copyright © Tinkkerbelle ... [ 2004-05-15 12:46:58]
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Re: A Two-Sided Migraine (User Rating: 1 )
by Shadow on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 01:38:16 PM AEST
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The poem was ok. I didn't see much for the rhyme shcem but thats ok. I get the meaning i think. You paint o lovely picture of darkness in this. Why am i the first to comment? Maybe some people just don't have any taste. O well. I like it. Keep it coming.
Shadow.




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