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Relapse

April 6, 2015
By Emily Acosta BRONZE, Austin, Texas
Emily Acosta BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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You thought I was gone.
Dust in the wind.
You’d best think again,
For now you have sinned.

 

I’ll tell you this.
I’m here to stay.
When you least expect,
I’ll come out to play.

 

I know you hate me.
It’s not a secret.
If you could try,
You’d fly like an egret.

 

You’re safe in the shadows.
To them, I’m a friend.
Step into the light,
And that is your end.

 

What’s that you say?
You don’t want to listen?
If that’s the case,
I’ll split your head open.

 

Isn’t this fun?
It’s like a game.
Either way,
You won’t be the same

 

Haven’t you learned?
I won’t ever pack.
I surely won’t leave.

 

I’ll always come back.


The author's comments:

I once wrote a poem about a headache in middle school. After that, I wrote another poem about the same topic. Some time in April, I had gotten a concussion, and now I suffer from frequent migraines. In my opinion, migraines are more ruthless, more cruel, and simply refuse to leave you alone. Therefore, why not write a poem about one?


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