Check For A Pulse
Channel: NEGATIVE SEVEN
Date: 2018-05-01

A poem depicting migraines giving those who have not suffered from the on-going effects what a day in the life can look like.


My heartbeat no longer proves to me that I'm alive 

Taking its place is that agonizingly consistent pulsating sensation in my head

It reminds me to get up - to take my medication - to stay away from the windows

Ironically the same thing reminding me that I'm alive reminds me I'm not living at all 

Afraid of what might aggravate the pain, dreading the dull cloud that never seems to part 

Each day deciding if I should take the torment or succumb to the brief relief that only grows shorter

Trying to recall when living in the clouds was just an expression for daydreaming rather than a description for my everyday life 

Close your eyes and every ache and pain seems to amplify but open your eyes and you're a prisoner of the world around you full of triggers that make your head thump, thump, thump harder, harder, harder 

Toss, turn, check for a pulse and repeat.