Stroke.

"I was trying to remember.
Thinking through the pain in my arm,
I was trying to remember,
Which arm was the warning bell
For a stroke.

But maybe I'm not dying,
Because maybe the pain,
Is just coming from that old
And coppery ring,
The one I never take off.

I pause here and try to think
Of something meaningful,
With which to accompany this,
But the best I can come up with
Is 'you can't marry a dead guy'.

On second thoughts,
I'm not having a stroke.
I suppose I'm just trying
To get out of writing anything
That means anything."


Haha. This used to be two seperate pieces of writing, but they were too similar for me to get away with using both of them.