*having A Sense Of Tumor Poem by Ted Sheridan

*having A Sense Of Tumor

Rating: 3.1


Today I had a short but very serious
conversation with the tumor
on the back of my head. Now the size of a nectarine,
it has developed a mind of its own. It demands
clean pillow cases and more of my attention
than I care to offer. It oozes the thick tears
of a yellow death as it pleads with me to take its life.
It demands heavier medication; I withhold it.
I know the rules. Pain is all relative.
Relief comes in a pill.
The blues ones make you crazy.
The yellow ones are for emergencies.
The red, take those and you’re dead.
The tumor on my head begs me for those red ones….


2009 © TS

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 29 July 2016

to MyPoemList bri :)

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Sandra Martyres 17 March 2009

A painful subject handled with finesse....but please have it removed..10

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Vaibhav Pandey 13 February 2009

very dark poem...but written extremely well

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