My Poetry. The Pain we bear!

Silence in the room 
is what you require
your head is spinning
You start to perspire.
Alone in the dark
the pain is intense
nothing is helping
Spare no expense.
Feeling sick
you cannot relax
round in circles
Migraine at max.
Certain foods you eat
can make it worse
this horror in your body
A satanic curse.
You cannot see anyone
you need to be alone
the slightest noise
Even the phone.
Eventually the pain
starts to depreciate
you can face the light
From the window grate.
You can cope with pain
but migraines are severe
you cannot do anything
But await it with fear.
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