Where is the world at the hour of three,
when I wake from the pain,
and stumble for pills,
a knife in my brain?
Where go the children on a sunny bright day,
when I huddle in my bed,
shades drawn,
afraid to raise my head?
Where goes the client who dailed on the phone,
expecting the best of service for fee,
while I crouched on the cold white tiles,
heaving and bruising my knees?
Where goes the husband on Saturday night,
ready for dinner or dancing or play,
while I cling to my bathrobe
and push him away?
Where goes the victim of such a disease
when the doctors don't have any answers to give,
while the pain rules my world and
I stop wanting to live?
I all ways have migraine haedachches all of my life .is there any thing i can do? please let me knowthak you