Saturday, April 19, 2008
Round and round and round they spin;
They twirl and twist once they begin.
Their colors so vivid, vibrant and true;
In brilliance of green, red, yellow and blue.
Faster, faster they move through the night;
Triangles, spinners, prisms of light.
Dashing and dancing, moving so fast;
I lay in awe, wondering how long it will last.
When suddenly, the colors have faded to brown;
Their pace and movement, have all s l o w e d down.
They've morphed into creeping, sluggish long worms;
They're eating away at my brain on their terms.
Peircing and stabbing and biting; the pain!
Why must I suffer with with the monster, MIGRAINE?
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Teri