Another place.
Another start.
Will this one make a dent?
Another stab at taking part
So, blurry-eyed, I went
Empty space, lighter air
Boxes piled up high
Breathing deeply, free and clear
Yet sleep ignores my sigh
Much time has passed, and efforts made
To pull up from the muck
This day I went out for a walk
This night the lightening struck
Another round of laying down
The beast has come again
The migraine queen is duly crowned
And yanked and chained and pinned
It isn't born of sin
Affliction of my kin
Though try not to give in
Ignore the prickly skin
The foggy, dogged din
Outweighs the upheld chin
Long night as this has been
I see its ugly grin
It follows close again
Threatens, yet, to win
Again, not let begin
