Migraine poetry
Shattered
Blue, black, and red
stars
dance behind the
mind
Pain shatters
within
and breaks the world
apart.
What can I do but,
crawl
through infinity,
to a new day to
rue.
Here comes
Blue
But Nothing
Matters
Shattered
This is migraine poetry. Or chronic illness poetry. When in pain distract the brain. And poetry seems to come out when I am in pain. Generally on the pain experience or the migraine itself.
This image only was part of the poem. I left the remainder out and used a basic format, because I am posting it on my facebook page. I find it doubtful migraine poetry appeals to a lot of people. But certainly, it appeals to some. This one is about the aura and migraine onset.
The Wyrd 