THE HEALING HELL

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too much my chagrin of the actual offending chore

I threw in my sweat laced hat (bonnet) and said ,

Alright, No more!

if I wished to be brained to complete stupidity

I would have long ago used a meat cleaver

not taken the brunt of my aggravated pain out on

a helpless patient who is fighting a deadly fever

oh, if only this merciless headache would find a little

grace somewhere in itself to quickly recede

then I would not have to lay my head upon this burningly

rigid ice pack to help dull the work of such a foul deed

as I tiredly shuffle back to my deserving charge again

on the mobile night light I bang lightly my throbbing sore

head I grudgingly place my shaking hands of rage on

the sheet's ungiving edge and growl to my charge

now, help me roll you over, you ungrateful wretch of a

man before I

attempt to brain you dead............

(written May 21, 1993)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

being frustrated over taken care of a friend who was pretty sick and had nobody else to help him.

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