Migraine
In the realm of wars, a trebuchet stands tall,
Its mighty arm swings, as shadows fall
It hurls thoughts and visions into the night,
Pounding my head with nightmare's vicious might.
With each rock of worry, it launches its weight,
Crushing my dreams, sealing their fate.
In the morning, I wake, my mind a burdened frame,
As the trebuchet of nightmares sets my thoughts aflame.
In the chaos of thoughts, it finds a hideous way,
Migraine pounding my head, throughout the day.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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