The Migraine Enemy
The nasty enemy arrives at my door.
He taunts me and hurts me,
Till I can't stand it any more.
He blinds my eyes with outrageous pain.
When he's been around,
I'm been left totally drained.
The migraine enemy is a terrible fellow.
I can't stand light and noise,
So I retreat beneath my pillow.
I cower and can't face my friends.
I don't want to be disturbed.
Till the enemy leaves,and it all ends.
Copyright © Peggy Caulfield | Year Posted 2012
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