Rebecca Beirne Poet Free verse

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!

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