Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #228
My Headache
by Belinda Roddie
My headache would not cease, not matter how
many pills I swallowed or how many
wet cloths I draped across my brow. By now,
the pain had been endless for about three
hours. I swore that I'd go mad
if the agony did not stop too soon.
I lay down, but the throbbing was so bad
I could not sleep. I stood up and I swooned
and could hardly keep balance. Finally,
my boyfriend dropped by with the opiates
that had at last been prescribed to poor me.
Thank God that he had not arrived too late!
I took the meds, and the pain dropped away
like warm rain, and I slept through the next day.
by Belinda Roddie
My headache would not cease, not matter how
many pills I swallowed or how many
wet cloths I draped across my brow. By now,
the pain had been endless for about three
hours. I swore that I'd go mad
if the agony did not stop too soon.
I lay down, but the throbbing was so bad
I could not sleep. I stood up and I swooned
and could hardly keep balance. Finally,
my boyfriend dropped by with the opiates
that had at last been prescribed to poor me.
Thank God that he had not arrived too late!
I took the meds, and the pain dropped away
like warm rain, and I slept through the next day.
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