Every day
it’s some new pain
Each thought a
new migraine
Step by step,
going insane
Moon cycles
wax and wane
Feel a
throbbing in my vein
My head is
pounding like hard rain
A downpour
flooding through my brain
Joints clank
like links of rusty chain
Steep hills
and stairs are my bane
Not as limber
as I may feign
Soon I’m
going to need a cane
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