I can sense the pain slowly evaporating
With the last string still lingering
I work my way through the pile
Squinting and taking breaks every other while
I pause and shut my eyes for a few seconds
To gauge the level of pain that still remains
As the sun plays mischief in the noon
I tell myself the pain will vanish soon
Amen to that guys!
With the last string still lingering
I work my way through the pile
Squinting and taking breaks every other while
I pause and shut my eyes for a few seconds
To gauge the level of pain that still remains
As the sun plays mischief in the noon
I tell myself the pain will vanish soon
Amen to that guys!
© Trina Sarkar-Mohapatra, all rights reserved
2 comments:
Loved this poem. I get frequent migraines too and know exactly what you feel.
Thanks. Oh yes tell me about it, unfortunately again today it's a migraine day
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