I have a disease called « Occipital Neuralgia. »
Since I’m a kid I have a horrible pain in my head.
Aching, burning, and throbbing pain. Pain on one or both sides of my head. Pain behind my eyes.
It’s a kind of « orphan disease. » No treatment.
I compare this pain with electricity. Or, like thunder in my brain.
Unfortunately, I don’t’ like the God of Thunder. I don’t like Thor. No, I want the other one…
So, the poem is a metaphor.
There is thunder in my brain,
I fall on my bed, such a pain,
There is thunder in my mind,
But please just give me a sign.
There is thunder on my Earth,
I can feel it since my birth,
There is thunder in the sky,
When I was looking for a sign.
There is thunder in my home,
He is the King of my Throne,
But, I don’t seek the God of Thunder,
No, I’m looking for his little brother.
There is still thunder in my brain,
And the burn is always the same,
So here comes the common Thief,
The Trickster, the God of Mischief.