My Migraine

Poem By Randy McClave

I once had a migraine
I still remember it's un-godly pain,
As it pounded upon my brain
Which made me feel quite insane.
It always occurred when I was in bed
It would not ever leave my head,
My face would always turn red
How I wished many times that I were dead.
It was there when I was at home
From it I had tried to run away or roam,
It caused me to cry and constantly moan
I just wanted to be left all alone.
It would attack me at the store
Leave me! (to it's pain)I would always implore
But, there was always more
It's pain and suffering was always in the core.
I could never find any peace
That throbbing pain would not ever cease
The pain would never decrease
From it I could never never find a release.
I took medicines for it all of the time
It made me feel like cryin',
On me it was committing a horrific crime
I felt like I was a sinner dyin'.
I decided to not let the migraine run its course
As I decided finally I would use force
I thought of the beginning and it's source
The migraine ended, when I got a divorce.

Randy L. McClave

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