This poem I simply call Migraine.
Lights waved and danced in my eyes,
Numbness trailed a cold line down my face.
How the migraines makes the senses lie,
But that is but a taste.
The pain struck like a bolt from the sky.
Light became so sharply insane.
Sound so sharp, even a sigh.
The world itself adding to my throbbing pain.
I wrote it quickly to go with the double exposure image I made. As a result, I like the first stanza better than the second. I might have to work on it more. Fine tune it.