My Head Hurts


I'm feelin' kinda blah today
In a migraine-comin'-on
Sort of way

Head spinning, vision blurred
Comprehension compromised
And speech slurred.

Aggravated by little voices
Tempted to scream
At loud noises.

Yet, I keep myself composed
Not allow my children
The life I'd been exposed.

At his hand it all started
So thoughtless
And mean hearted.

My life sentence of pain
Residual remnants of injury
Remain scarred in my brain.

There’s no time to look back
For now I am a mother
And it’s time that I lack.

No time for a drunkin' fool!
I have errands to run
Children to drive to school.

The End

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