Migraine

So many thoughts rack my brain
The state called confusion
That state is where i find myself
The pain grows worse
As confusion mounts its flag
On the mast in my head

I find myself on a highway
Bordered by things i cannot see
I squint, i lean outwards
The pain grows worse
As i try to move close to them
They keep moving away from me

I am lost in a thick forest
Filled with whispering trees
And eerie animal noises
The pain grows worse
As i try to decipher
All the sounds i hear

I sit in a bus
So many noises around me
Some directed towards me
The pain grows worse
I cant think straight
As i close my eyes