Headache

Little hammers tapping In the space behind my eyes Warn me that there’s more to come As pain intensifies. It isn’t quite a migraine – Likely it’s induced by stress – Yet that knowledge gives no comfort Nor does it hurt any less. Advil often takes the edge off By providing quick relief; There are times, though, such a respite’s Non-existent or too brief. Headaches all my life have plagued me So I know that it will fade, But ‘til then there’s no escaping All those hammers on parade.