Pain & pressure in my head
intense, almost unbearable
gives warning soon I might be dead...
(A condition quite past care-able.)
A ticking time bomb in my brain,
arterial walls weak & tearable,
may soon explode - a burst balloon
bringing quick death with little pain.
I'd rather not survive a trauma like this,
for I detest the thought of rehab;
& frankly I'd rather find my bliss
on th'other side of life, where soon
enough I'll be. There, I'll confab
with experts who'll show me reasons
for my ills & rapid death.
I know that I shan't care at all:
I'll be forever shut of changing seasons:
no more Summer, Winter, Spring or Fall,
I'll have left them all long past;
along with an existence that was over far too fast.
(Copyright 12/2/2005)
Hugh Cobb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aneurysm-or-the-bubble-s-burst/
