Migraines

The pain
The agony
Every sound intensified
The chatter of colleagues
The metallic cling and clang of my keys
Everything hurts

Every ray of light exacerbated
Burning holes into my mind
The bright
It’s too bright
The head splitting pain
Is far too much to bear

In bed for hours
Tossing and turning
Hundreds of sheep have been counted
If only sleep could come
But minds like this are not so kind

Just another one of my migraines.