Migraine

My head hurts with a pain that begs my body to shut down,
I am more than wanting to stop,
yet knowing that stopping will get me nowhere,
a cloud forms over my brow as a band tightens around my heart cinching my soul,
an ache so deep my ancestors know it's pain, 
my head hurts,
if only I could sleep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Pigeon Tart Avatar
May 2, 2019 at 10:45 PM
Palpable pain! Powerful pen.
Forchion Avatar
May 5, 2019 at 10:30 PM
the pain guided the pen. and I was witness. Thanks.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace