Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

CRUSHING AURAS

(When it’s all in my head)

These auras precipitate my thoughts.

I was begging to be released from the grips

Of these harrowing migraines.

These auras precipitate my feelings.

A premonition of things yet to come,

An elusive notion-

Anyways, I’m wrestling with this condition.

Never thought I’d write a poem about it.

I thought if I delved deep enough into the vacuum

Of intrepid delusions,

Maybe I could harness some good.

Tomorrow these migraines may put me out,

And I will have nothing more to say.