04-15-2014, 01:44 AM
Migraine
Cloaking me in a mildewed veil,
camouflaged in it's slow assail,
it enters as a parasite,
unwelcome guest with no respite;
a blood-red rose with piercing thorn,
toxins discharge in callous scorn.
Tendrils extend to infiltrate,
pinching taught nerves into dire straits.
The rusted sword of Damocles
hews a raw wound for spirochetes.
Poison-ivy vines through my eye,
the pupil dilates in decry.
No ease in Belladonna's arms,
opium dens or Shaman's charms.
In darkened room, the nightshades drawn,
hands clench in prayer with peace forgone.
Hall clock chimes my hours of illness
with a blacksmith’s hammered shrillness.
Cloaking me in a mildewed veil,
camouflaged in it's slow assail,
it enters as a parasite,
unwelcome guest with no respite;
a blood-red rose with piercing thorn,
toxins discharge in callous scorn.
Tendrils extend to infiltrate,
pinching taught nerves into dire straits.
The rusted sword of Damocles
hews a raw wound for spirochetes.
Poison-ivy vines through my eye,
the pupil dilates in decry.
No ease in Belladonna's arms,
opium dens or Shaman's charms.
In darkened room, the nightshades drawn,
hands clench in prayer with peace forgone.
Hall clock chimes my hours of illness
with a blacksmith’s hammered shrillness.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris