The Big 'Not' So Easy Poem by James McLain

is it like..
placing an inner tube..
deep inside...
then slowly inflating it..
untill you think you are about to die...
and it keeps on being inflated...
and inflated...
untill you scream for it to stop...
thinking you must and are about to burst...
yet it keeps on growing..and growing.....
moving...moving around and shorter of breath...
fuller and wider with each passing breath..
yet like 'death' it still feels like...you are..
being stretched so wide and pulled apart..
it grows even worse and worse inside...
you truly think..
blinding white lights..what did he know...
where was i thinking from...
and you think that this time that you will die...
and then you don't...
you can't as more and more of it swells untill..
you wish it could be just ripped right out and
when it does..
and with a gush some times awake some times
asleep it comes..
and you know that it was worth it when she smiles..
she her name is Caroline...