Friday, April 10, 2009
As I sit quietly, in my darken room
I close my eyes and pray
that this pulsating beat in my head
will soon go away
I know it's wishful thinking
for when the inevitable migraine strikes
it surely does its best to ruin my life
and that's when I become like
Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde
as it takes control, never
releasing its hold
so as I curl up in my chair
waiting paitiently, for it to disappear
only then can I breathe, a sigh of relief
until the next time this beast
has its way with me
