(When it’s all in my head)
These auras precipitate my thoughts.
I was begging to be released from the grips
Of these harrowing migraines.
These auras precipitate my feelings.
A premonition of things yet to come,
An elusive notion-
Anyways, I’m wrestling with this condition.
Never thought I’d write a poem about it.
I thought if I delved deep enough into the vacuum
Of intrepid delusions,
Maybe I could harness some good.
Tomorrow these migraines may put me out,
And I will have nothing more to say.