A dull ache ... that is how it starts, upon waking.
It matters not the trigger, be it weather or stress.
Sometimes, I cannot see, I wander blind without
pain at times ... others, I throb to the point of
insanity.

Give me darkness, I beg and plead. For this is
all I really need, with painkillers, please. Take
away this terrible ache that sears through my
eyes. My head, it feels as if it will explode, pop
if you will. But, in time, this too shall pass. For
it always shall. Just another migraine, something
I've grown accustomed to.