Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Migraine
End,
Please,
Or replace!
Unknown terror better
than unquenched ache -
Tugs and binding tight
Bands of steel, drills of ice
Inside the melded mind
Of I, and why?
For care?
End, gnawing,
aching pain,
Oh, end!
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