Copyright ©1992 John Wm Beckner - All Rights Reserved
A reverberating CRESCENDO destroys the silence Of my senses I’ve no more RELIANCE Spots and FLASHES, my eyes glaze over You’d think it was a bad HANGOVER An attention seeker is all you are In a fake reality show, you’d be the star No one understands, is this REAL? PAIN and NAUSEA are all I feel All around, too LOUD, too BRIGHT Help me, God, how do I FIGHT? Go away, we’ve got no time You’re just depressed, it’s such a crime But drinking I stopped 10 years ago This PAIN in my BRAIN is my new cargo Trying ANYTHING to dim the PAIN The doc says it’s a MIGRAINE Liar! Deceiver! Phony! Faker! You need someone to be your caretaker! I’ve tried EVERYTHING to no avail Sometimes I sit and WEEP and WAIL DEATH would be so welcome now For my kids’ sake I’ll GO ON somehow
When I wrote this in 1992, it was after having suffered for years from chronic migraines. Explaining the pain and other symptoms of a migraine to friends and family was nearly impossible. Most, including my wife, said the pain couldn’t be as bad as all that. I wrote this poem then describing what happened during these episodes, along with the remarks I got. A few years ago, I found a song online by singer/songwriter Allie Sealey. She is a fellow migraine sufferer, and she really describes it so well in her song, “Not All in Our Heads”. I invite you to check out her YouTube video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LeiXSyClmME.