Restless

In the dentist's chair, I prayed for death. tried not to breathe the dentist's breath, the "laughing gas" didn't seem to work, I felt his pliers twist and jerk. I dreamt of a huge catastrophe, an explosion at a refinery, in Texas City many were dead, nightmares rolling through my head. I dreamt I was arguing with a man, my oversoul, as I understand, he said it was time for me to go and I was pleading, no, no. I'm falling apart, my right knee's shot, I keep losing teeth from years of rot, There's a spot on my nose that looks like cancer, and I wonder if death is the final answer. ©copyright2009DanielleWhite