Tumor withen

by she   Aug 24, 2008


Every winding road
Leads me back to you

And when our eyes meet
I feel a crash of overwhelming guilt

It gets hard for me to feel, even harder to breathe

For theres a tumer within my throat
The doctors say its seeping with something called
g.u.I.l.t

The doctors cant fix me
Niether can the knife

So I guess this will be the death of me
I guess this will end my life

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  • 16 years ago

    by Frederick Mayer

    In almost a child's rhyme feeling, this poet presents something that seems "real" with intent while touching upon an universal sense...The poet delivers a structure that acts more as a bone frame that displays the contents more than becoming the more important aspect of it. This piece is well worth experiencing (personally, I really like the placement of the "I" in the word guilt :) )!