Ode to the Cluster Migraine
This migraine, one grape in a bunch
this brain, loose in my skull
this day, spent sleeping
I dreamt of death and was woken
child crying for frozen treats
this body, empty. Time to feed
time to write and see if the pain
is stamped out of my eyes
this poem, letters on a screen.
great flow, i love how this reads and the imagery is fantastic! feel better!
Thank you.
Smoothly, flawlessly, flowly lets say.
"Time to feed
time to write" - i like this kind of breathless juncture of meaning. Obviously, upvoting!
Thank you @bacus15. :)
Welcome. I am curious of your thoughts on my poems from today, too :) .