Migraine
My head hurts with a pain that begs my body to shut down,
I am more than wanting to stop,
yet knowing that stopping will get me nowhere,
a cloud forms over my brow as a band tightens around my heart cinching my soul,
an ache so deep my ancestors know it's pain,
my head hurts,
if only I could sleep.
Copyright © Djeli Forchion | Year Posted 2019
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