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Migraine
Migraine
Crashing off the walls
Of my temples!
Reverberating
In the hallowed halls
Of my head!
No mellow chime, this.
No solemn call
To worship the Divine.
This is war!
Devastation!
Retaliation
For some unknown event,
Nasty intent!
A call to arms.
Take up the battle.
Increase the pressure,
The pain!
Shoot forth flares,
Blinding lights!
Incapacitate!
Bring the foe
To its knees-
To the floor.
Victory!
Migraine.
The short, sharp lines in this poem are stunning. This is a technique that I've seen many people fail to pull off right. You've done it well.