Migraines
I always get them, vision blurred,
darkest room, blinds drawn, so absurd!
Family knows to tread lightly,
I'm wound up oh so tightly!
A wet cloth upon my head,
Imitrex is by the bed!
For days I lie there, sometimes asleep,
sometimes so frustrated, I simply weep!
I hate these migraines with a passion,
For more than a decade I have had them!
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