#tumour
The darkest humour,
A comedy
I’m laughing although it is killing me
You watch me bleed, yeah.
Brains don’t feel pain…
Especially daddy’s
When he had a tumour growing in it
Messed up his memory
Also, his sanity
Since then he cannot see
He went completely blind
Nerve cells rarely heal
Especially the ones that run to the eyes
Surprise
For two weeks
He felt it ill
Slight fever with no heat
He felt slightly weak
Then he woke up blind
Everything was dark
His optic nerves his tumour did find
He said everything was black
He flew out of the country
After a month, he came back
He didn’t die, alive was my daddy
Ten years, three months later
I put my pen to paper
I know I wouldn’t remember
‘Cause daddy and I don’t get better.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
I am of my father
Dementia: him, schizophrenia: me
Isn’t it a laughter?
That’s my happily ever after...
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
There is a tumour
Inside of me.
And what does it do?
It grows and grows
And keeps growing.
This tumour
Is loneliness.
-- Eleanor
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
I wanted a beautiful girl,
The good thing was that,
She wanted me as well...
I loved a young woman,
The strange thing is that,
She thought she loved me too..
But her love was limited,
Really disabled was her love,
And she could understand it not.
I went to her home,
Slept on the bed,
Made of Kashmiri willow..
She came as I slept,
Kissed me on the lips,
Woke me up anticipating more...
What ensued is just history,
It forms a part of my story,
An unforgetable memory..
A memory that digs out,
From my heart into blood,
Off my brain into a tumour.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
It is difficult to ignore,
When it is omnipresent,
Day or night doesn't matter.
Even though I had left that ship long ago,
Beeping ears and moving surroundings,
The cannons blared to give me tinnitus,
And the ship sailed to give me vertigo.
Now I hardly ever snore,
When I do it's instrumental,
As my naps no longer matter.
Beeping ears since long,
And vertigo since you left,
I definitely have been better.
No poems seem sane now,
And this one does neither,
To me, it's just a breather.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
I have pain in my head that won’t go away.
A constant headache that is with me everyday.
No let up, no reprieve,
Just constant thumping pain for me.
I feel like my head could burst,
And what a relief that wold be,
Because the continuation of pain is truly the worst.
Surgeons cut me open,
My brain they could see.
Why is it that they still have not been able to fix me?
My tumour is gone,
But my brain feels the same.
The danger has passed,
But the suffering won’t go away.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC