Migraine Day

Today it's solely by an act of will

These lines appear. Had I not so resolved

To write a sonnet daily, e'n it kill

Me, there'd be nothing here. So much involved

In fighting just to sit and look, I peer

Through veinous eyes at this far too-bright screen.

And that is just because I had a queer

And mightly upsetting, ugly dream

In which today became the one I failed.

The tinnitus still sounds, and I must pause

Between waves of harsh light, from which I've quailed,

And those of nausea, all of this caused,

No doubt, by my own faults. I estimate

Beyond what I can handle, seems, of late.