*Laurie Kolp Poetry*

Headache
by Laurie Kolp

thunder roaring through my head
hurts so bad I stay in bed
the room spins round and round
my feet unsteady on the ground
lava bubbles up inside
nausea hits me down the slide
my pain I must sleep through
endless days in a darkened room
until the violent storm does end
I am weakened, on the mend