Monday, February 13, 2012

All Entries to the 2008 Migraine and Headache Poetry Contest

desrivgirl

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The Keeper

  I am owned by a silent keeper Who never goes away. Who has me on a short leash that I am always trying to escape.   I did not choose to be here And kept under his torturous thumb Of hell and wishes of dying in the pain of which I succumb.   I lay helpless in his grip Unable to fall asleep The pain is too intense Fear... Read moreChevron
posted 04/19/2008, comments (7)|
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My Ghostly Shadow

It's there but it's not A pale shadow in the realm of everyday life Ignore it and it will vanish Look to close and it will envelop you whole.   Every single minute of every single day The ghost whose name is "migraine" Plots and schemes from within To overcome, overpower, to succeed, to win.   It's a back and forth... Read moreChevron
posted 04/19/2008, comments (2)|
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matthew harris

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migraine poem

  The sound of jackhammers incessantly reverberated and did painfully blare between me left and right cranial hemisphere which ear splitting din (unheard by no others) although to me crystal clear annihilated any last shred of  sanity and bred panic with fear per intense crushing auditory threshold creating blinding mental... Read moreChevron
posted 04/18/2008, comment (1)|
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desrivgirl

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My Version

I wish I knew of life. Real life. Instead of the version my migraines allow me to have. I think of my future. I would like to get married but imagine not making it to your own wedding. Kids, I want kids but how do I get off the Elevil and Imitrex in order to bear any? When I can't get out of bed or speak who will care for the... Read moreChevron
posted 04/18/2008, comment (1)|
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The Dance

I can see him coming, miles away Nowhere to run, no place to hide, no way to get away I shrink back in terror, hunched up in fear He gets closer and closer, now very near Brown hair coats his back, his eyes are so red His teeth are all rotted, he smells of the dead A dagger-like nail goes into my eye I yelp in pain, beg to die Within... Read moreChevron
posted 04/18/2008, comment (1)|
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