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Poem: Migraine

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This poem I simply call Migraine.

Lights waved and danced in my eyes,

Numbness trailed a cold line down my face.

How the migraines makes the senses lie,

But that is but a taste.

The pain struck like a bolt from the sky.

Light became so sharply insane.

Sound so sharp, even a sigh.

The world itself adding to my throbbing pain.

 

I wrote it quickly to go with the double exposure image I made. As a result, I like the first stanza better than the second. I might have to work on it more. Fine tune it.

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