Migraines rock me - In mass quantity, through a tunnel in my brain that flashes a lightning at every attempt to funnel through the rubble, of the great explosion that shook me.
Pain in my neck and behind my eyes - Throbbing and pounding like drums sounding, like a tornado ripping and gripping and the nerves, and then popping.
For I cannot quantify the slithering lashing my head is taking, like a belt smacked on wood, like hard leather slapped; Or a boxing glove so snug and thumping, stars floating.
Yet, I know, through great desolation and mental estimation, that this pain will cease and the mind that remains, will be of a beautiful reincarnation.
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Take a look in your soul, see if the crying has stopped! See if my love hath taken your heart to make light, where your hair is so lovely fair, You can take this luminous gleaming heart – Take it from my hands, like a new start, use it to bring that love from the dark.
By Frank Kemble6 years ago in Poets
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