Migraine Nightmare

I walk silently through the lonely corridors of my mind. my brain resonates to howling echoes. I seem to enter and exit endless doors and hallways, but none that seem to lead in any direction or final destination.

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In stutter steps I traverse slowly and carefully along a darkened path littered with broken fragments of cobblestone. my chest cavity feels cavernous as an empty canyon on a blistering summer's heat. my heart beats as rapid as an old railroad clock. My head feels as heavy as an anvil and throbs with pain. my tongue as dry and as sandy as a cactus. a maddening howling wind at my back pushes me forward in an aimless direction without purpose or direction as if a tumble weed. I feel as if I’m cascading into a turbulent sea of insanity, drenched in perfuse sweat. I suddenly bolt upright from my pillow realizing I have awoke from this purgatorial nightmare. such an illusion, devilish delusion, a state of total confusion. so now I begin another day of drudgery, another day's journey into life's great unknown. copyright by: Joseph P. Martino