A Woman took My Name, While a Girl stole My Heart. On seeing the Girl with Me, The Woman's headaches Start. The Woman has Sharp Eyes, The Girl's Eyes are Blue. The Woman has chained My Life and wants to stick Me with Glue. The Girl holds on to My Heart While the Woman holds on to Me. What good is this Life of mine, When My Heart isn't Free. I'm caught in a ****** Triangle, Where the characters are the Same. All I do is play Hide and Seek. When they keep calling out My Name.
These reflecting pearls, the bane of my existence- Oh so blind to the left and right of squiggly lines like The pounding of a fly on eardrums- my mind they scour Flies beating round the hole in my head, equivalent to the way they fall fate to windows- Window sills their life long bed- My windows to the world seem to fall short- failing Even now in writing this down- The buzzing bees build their home above my mind and below my throat.
I, am a walking headache. My figure parts beams of others' light my coming-- like an aura that signifies a migraine, accompanied by-- the passing unnamed, unnecessary, blips of luminesence that, is my signal to both come, and to go.
“2:36” says the clock on the wall. with every passing minute time slows and my thoughts drift off into another world. a sly pain creeps up the ridge of my nose and trickles down into my eyes i blink, --once-- --twice— a frail attempt to push it back, her eyes filled with sincere concern. she asks if i'm okay, snapping me out of my daze, i blurt out, yeah, i'm fine, it’s just a headache. offering her a small smile, in an effort to calm the dull ache i press my cool fingers over my eyes and move my thumbs in tiny circles along my temples a rush of relief washes over me, but it lasts only a few seconds. suddenly waves of pain flood the space between my temples and course down my neck, piercing into my shoulders. i nestle my head into my arms muffling the shouts and roars around me. slowly i lift my head and peek at the clock “2:41” at last my suffering is over, for today.
there is always tomorrow.
I get really bad headaches all the time, this the best way to describe it.
Breathes of the room Each silent creek Warning the chambers Footsteps of stealth Inside the mind Exhale the darkness Breathe in new light Fallen to none The planets collide Each star a signal Lasting comfort inside Beating heads Racing hearts It hurts so bad But I want more Last
The mind is throbbing Thoughts and doubts, screaming loudly Blurring my vision
Sorry guys! I'm definitely going to finish the final freeverse today. My headaches have returned with a vengeance and its hard for me to both rest and write, but I'm not letting it stop me. The last freeverse will be up today and then I'll put it in a collection later! Thank you so much for 214 followers and for your patience! Much love! Lyn ***
I have awoken at an early hour, Early morning or earlier than I want, but the gathering has begun. It appears in clusters as they say, as the pain gently taps, almost an absent thought, but if not aware, taking over all focus or any thoughts beyond the pain. I see the dark on the other side of the blade as I look over the edge of the crevasse trying not to go too far into the depth of my pain. It has been many years with a dance of doctors, drugs, along with a little experimentation along the way. A form of self-imposed self-medication. Avoiding the dark on of that side is to avoid the doctor's opiates advise.