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