Appointment

 

That fear floods again,

the gears in my head grinding to a halt.

Icy fingers take hold.

Being led again in dread

to another coffin shaped hospital bed.

To the hangman's rope,

only this time it isn't to be placed

around my neck,

but straight down my throat,

I gag, and feel sick.

and that's before

my carriage has even arrived

to take me to their door.

 

What if the news is bad?

what if I have worse things to come?

What if, I choke and gag?

It's all what if. What if. What if,

but that doesn't stop the surge of thoughts

submerging me,

tentacles of fear grabbing my feet

and waves of anxiety covering this sea.

 

Time moves too fast and too slow,

I want it to be over,

but I don't want it so soon.

Tick. The clock in the waiting room clicks,

echoing doom filled drumbeat hits.

Seriously, I’m shitting bricks.

Tock. The clock replies

to my fearful face and the fretful sighs.

 

Arrghhhh its getting close, this fateful hour,

I want to sit in a corner and cower.

I watch as the numbers flip closer

to my designated appointment time.

My heart is leaping,

trying to escape from inside,

Climbing my throat

like a rat up a drainpipe.

I lay back and close my eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

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