Migraine Headaches

I truly want to believe age is just a number,

But my head stands out like a sore member,

A three day long migraine,

That's grinding my brain,

To total pulp,

All i can do is yelp,

There's only so much shut eye, I can pull,

In the middle of a working day, when there's hardly a lull,

I blame my overthinking,

My thoughts have thoughts, some have me soaring, some sinking,

My head is a dark place,

There's simply no space,

For light,

My thoughts swifty boarding flight after flight,

There's no slowing down the voices,

Or drowning them with white noises,

Day #4 of of the migraine is underway,

I wish there was a way,

To ease the throbbing,

My peace of mind, it's officially robbing.