Migraine

With never ending highways and, 
never ending corn fields,
comes a pulsating migraine.

An unexpected pot hole,
brings a moment of unbearable throbbing.
The bright yellow sun shines, 
and the world turns black and unstable.

Corn stalks turn into old factories,
and blue skies turn gray with smog.
Streets are congested
and drivers act crazy.

Pot holes come more frequently,
and so does that dreadful strike.

The car comes to a stop,
and everything is silent.

Up the elevator,
and through the halls.
There's a door,
slide in the key.
The light turns green,
and the door opens.

Advil is swallowed,
and heavy eyes are shut.