and this is how my day began

Sonnet to a Migraine
by Lichelle Christensen
The day will dawn on time like other days,
And I begin to hustle to and fro.
But then the zigzag lightning strikes in haze,
And if those spots and dots and squiggles show,
Like many tiny black balloons at play
Among the lightning oscillating slick,
The window shades pull down without delay.
I grab the bottle, swallow Lortab quick.
Upon my eyes a dark substantial mask,
And lie so still, a zombie dead, distressed,
Until the pain decides enough and cracks.
But all the plans for going out are messed.
Then life resumes and carries forward march
Until the next demonic zigzag starts.