Teetering on uncertain legs
I totter to the toilet.
It’s dark;
I don’t turn on the light.
I sit and ponder my fate,
Waiting for release.
I have an over-distended bag
of waters which do not void.
There is a tight stopper,
Preventing me
From doing
What would otherwise
Come naturally.
Victor Bloom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prostate-troubles/
