My throat feels like someone scratching their nails down a chalkboard.
It has a lump in it that makes me keep wanting to swallow, but I can’t.
I keep trying to talk but I can’t even get out a word.
I feel too awful or I would go on a tirade and rant!
Poet’s Note: I realize that this piece isn’t my best poem, but, in addition to the migraine, I have lost my voice. I promised myself that I would publish a writing on here every day, and this is the best that I could do in the state that I am in. Thank you for reading! I truly appreciate your kindness.