Wrote this while having a migraine attack, somedays the pain is too much, and pills a reality, that I can't get rid of. I feel for all those who suffer from Migraine and any pain or sickness.
My mind spirals with murky metaphors In kaleidoscopic circles where Graphite moon-walks through magnified pain Reaching a piercing sphere noisier than A whirling maelstrom wrapped In fluorescent fogs of frosty confusion Neon green stars amidst chaotic intrusion Engrossed in pills and throbbing tribulation Maybe these flawed verses would Undress the crippling reality of a Shadowed poetess drowning in distress Inking torment from unsolicited riddles Numbness that riots into the Gates of a crystalline glass library Sanctuary of throes in unfinished prose
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