Victoria Payne Poet Rhyme

The View From My Bed

'The view from my bed'

The view from my bed
As pain pours through my head
Vision is blurred
Voices are slurred

The pillows feel hard
My view of things marred 
As night turns to day
Can't shift my dismay

I toss and I turn
But the view starts to burn 
No rest or a break
From this pain do I take

Don't see out the window
Can't stand any light
Lie here unmoving 
Till day turns to night

Sick of this feeling
I can't move my head
Wish I could stop watching
The view from my bed


'The view from my bed'
By Victoria Payne Jan 2017

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Chris Green January 5, 2017 at 12:13 PM This was painful to read, not because of the writing, but the theme. Sounds like a migraine to me. Nicely done Victoria, I hope this is imagination, if not I hope you feel better soon. Victoria Payne January 5, 2017 at 1:14 PM Thanks Chris, yup 'fraid so, but they do always seem to make me creative!