Migraine

Posted by admin on March 23, 2011

The center of My universe,
Crushes over, Into thirteen
Kettles bang, Grind iron words
Against these Riotous trains
Crashes in my Attic. A slow drum
Pounds steady In my burning skull.
Dementia pins Notion, I succumb;
Terror leaves Every moment dull.

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