Voices jar my head, feeling like flashing lights.

I squint my eyes at each inflection,

The pain makes my brain throb.

My eyes need to focus, but the screen is a blur.

I just want to escape the noise of this call.

The voices drone on, one stab after another.

Quiet comes find me quick, only a moment.

While others think. But soon it resumes.

The waves in my periphery start again.

Holding my head, listening with eyes closed.

Flashing patterns still fill my sight.

The end of the day cannot come soon enough.