Poetry contest entry

I'm entering this poem in the poetry contest Teri told us about. I wrote it when I woke up with a bad migraine. I had been dreaming that I was trying to take my meds while visiting with a friend. I woke up with pain boring through my head. Strange that I can be creative with my head killing me but I can't remember what a freakin cup is called.

I read it to my daughter and she got tears in her eyes and told me it was bleak, which it is, but that is what happens when you wake up with your head splitting in two.

Dreams Lost
By Allison Harrison

God! This agony!
Spearing, boring through my head
So much is gone
Chased away by relentless pain

Dreams for my life have fled
From the small world my life has become
Fenced in by pain
No room is left for dreams of more

What life is this that now exists
Friends have disappeared
Tired of excuses and missed events
By how unreliable I have become

What clarity I have
Is clouded by a fog brought on
By my traitorous brain
And my arsenal of drugs

Those drugs, those blasted drugs
Supposed bring this monster down
But at such an awful cost
My brain is dull and oh so slow

So now I exist in the small spaces
Between pain and fear
Of attacks of agony, a body betrayed
By a brain storming with neuronal fits

My dreams have changed
From a life lived large
To simply a wish -
A life without my companion pain

Wow...I don't think it's bleak it's very accurate and spoke to me. I'm not creative in that way and am impressed.

Alli, your poem is wonderful!!! It really is. You've described this life to a "T".

You're very talented even with a migraine brain. I'm very impressed!

Becky

Thank you!

I teared up too, Alli. You captured our predicament perfectly.