Cabbage eyed

The white pokadots on the multicolored quilt.
 Lay in disarray on my comfortable bed.
  Purples, pinks and teals striped in criss-crosses.
  Keep swirling in my head.

The biggest thing on my fried, filled mind.
  Is the night of carnage when I was a little kid.
 Swirling, rolling , like waves.
 These thoughts of total ravage.
  
 As I am writing
 I am in pain.
My eyes feel like cabbage
My head is so swollen that I can barely live.