Slow spinning trails of dullness churn in my brain
The dull ache spreads, sharp pressing fingers encroach
The world stutters and wavers - fogbound I curl
Pain slices through my vision and my thoughts,
concertinas this throbbing corner of my mind.
Thunder and lightning flash as synapses fail
I writhe, my hands pressing into temples
Darkness draws me, while sounds splinter in my head
I crave to crawl into a black hole and hibernate,
nurse this pain
Days on, I open my eyes clear to the world.
Cautiously I make my way into the day,
joyful in normalcy.
The day is fresh and new and I am free of pain.
How quickly I forget its grip.
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