Migraines

Pain saturates the space behind my eyes

And violently rushes into my head.

It kills all sanity, gnaws at my nerves

And malignantly begins to spread.

Some persistent force is drumming against my temples

And my blood beats against my brain.

I feel the blood pounding through my head

And my mouth screams out something profane.

An expanding nausea swells up my throat and a heavy pressure pushes at my skull.

I feel a desperation caused by this sickness as my forehead burns up like a funeral pyre.

I wholeheartedly wish migraines on the very god that invented hereditary afflictions.

I am not amused by divine amusement. God’s sense of humor leaves much to be desired.