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
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