A Wasted Day
On waking this morn
just before dawn
my head
it was pounding
so loud it was sounding
I stumbled from bed
hands holding my head
and opened the door
to my balcony
as fresh air may be
of some help to me
But no, this headache
was not going to go
so tablets were taken
feeling so god forsaken
and drinking some water
dehydrated ~ so I oughta
the pain still persisted
going out I resisted
and went back to bed
spent my day there instead
for this wretched headache
would not go away
until 10 pm at the end of my day
when I shouted loudly
Hip, Hip, Hurray!
Then this poem I penned
day not wasted in the end!
Written after recovering from a very painful headache today ~ 4th June 2019
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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