Ice pick stabbing at my eye,
Why’d you have to pick today?
I have a million things to do.
Class to teach, bills to pay,
Groceries to buy.
Can’t see.
Aura of floaters and stripes
Dancing in the periphery
of my vision
Colors too, all the rainbow,
My own private show.
Ice pick stabbing at my eye,
Why’d you have to pick today?
I’m griping at everyone.
Kids are trying to be quiet,
But it’s hard
when you’re an 8th grader.
Can’t see.
Want to go home and lie down,
But I can’t get the key
in the ignition.
Spots are bigger,
And the stripes are multicolored.
Ice pick stabbing at my eye,
Why’d you have to pick today?
I have a million things to do.
© 2001, Lisa Allen
An entry from the
Putting Our Heads Together
Migraine and Headache Poetry Contest
Honorable Mention, 2001
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