POETRY CORNER
My Migraines
They are MY migraines no one else's,
You don't know what they are like,
They are MY migraines
Do you know what its like inside my head?
It hurts, its cold no it's not its hot,
Oh I don't know anymore,
Yes I do, it's MY migraine
And it hurts.
My migraine I was telling you, wasn't I?
It hurts inside my head,
My face is so numb, so is my hand,
My hand is cold, and my face is oh so tingly,
And MY migraines come again.
I know its here I heard it come,
Noises got louder, my thoughts won't come,
I feel so sick, but I want to ear, do I?
I don't know any more.
But I do know it's MY migraine not yours.
Its mine cos it hurts!
I'm curled up now, in a small ball,
Maybe if I saty still MY migraine won't see me,
MY migraine will go away, I won't move at all!
MY migraine's still there but it's not so bad now,
Mummy says if I drink I will feel better,
She says if I sleep it will go away,
If I rest and sleep and keep my eyes closed
MY migraine will disappear!
Good night MY migraine.
by Louise Dombey, age 12
