Have you ever wondered what it might be like
to dance with demons in the middle of the night,
to wake with a start when the world is still
to the hellish beckoning of a thousand screams
as they tear a gash in the side of your head
and pour acid in your eye?
Blinding, searing, burning,
they beckon you to move,
to sway with the flames.
You have no choice.
Your body moves with a will of its own,
Sweating, crying, you would do anything to stop the
pain so intense you beg for death.
But resist you must lest you wake the sleeping innocents
who will never meet the devil in the middle of the night.
by Tammy Rome © 2013
Originally publishes at https://www.helpforheadaches.com/Poetry2013/Migraine-Poetry-Contest-Fourth-Place-2013.htm