I Am Pain!

I AM PAIN! Blinding, crushing, intolerable. I make you beg for relief from the sledgehammer that’s pounding on your scull. I make you lay in a dark room, eyes closed, praying you don’t retch from the intense agony going on inside your head. I am a soldier, using weapons of light against you. The more I let in the harder it becomes to bring darkness upon me. I cannot be defeated quickly, for the painkillers you use against me are slow to react and no match for the hurt I inflict. You have no recourse but to surrender, as movement and sound is your nemesis, making it impossible to fight me. You realize that the passing of time is your only ally, and if you wait long enough you will eventually defeat me. This defeat will only come After I’ve made you endure what seems like an endless battle of torture and pain. This time you’ve won, but I will return to fight another day. Only I know when and where my next attack will be for I AM A MIGRAINE and I AM PAIN!