A Horrible Trip

A poem about a trip tp one of the worst places on Earth.

I lay on my back

Wishing that I was anywhere but here.

He slowly brings out his tools,

Wanting me to feel the tight grip of fear.

 

The light blinds me,

The small mirror reflects my wisdom.

As he slides away,

He gives me a look like I was an old chum,

 

But then he brings out another sharp tool and says,

“This is going to hurt a tiny bit.”

What a blatant lie,

This hurts like s**t.

 

I wince from the pain

But he continues to work.

I shed a tear,

As he hides a smirk.

 

But the smirk

Soon fades into a frown

Because he just realized

He will have to use more than just one crown

 

To make sure

It was not just his sight

He used his finger,

And that is when I chose to bite.

 

I overheard him

Curse and swear

I apologized,

Hmph- like I really care

 

I can tell

I’m getting on his nerves.

I don’t mind

It’s what he deserves.

 

He does nothing all day

But cause people pain.

I must do whatever I can

To end this horrific reign.

 

I need to push him out

Of this profession.

And perhaps shove him into

A state of depression.

 

It’s a bit harsh,

This I know.

But then he says,

“You don’t have much to go…”

 

My thoughts are

Pulled away from this apparent lie,

When he sits back

And lets out a sigh.

 

“All done!”

He exclaims.

That’s odd,

I barely felt any pain.

 

I sit up,

I rinse and I spit.

That was shorter than I thought,

I have to admit.

 

My mouth feels

So fresh and clean.

How could I say

That this man is mean?

 

My god,

I feel like such a jerk.

I envy this man,

He has such an amazing line of work.

 

Helping people

With their pain.

How could

I ever complain.

 

I thought this until

I seen the cost.

I felt so

Betrayed and lost.

 

He handed me the bill

With a smile on his face.

I cannot wait

To leave this god-forsaken place.

 

I snatch up the bag

With the small dental “essentials.”

When I get home

I’m checking this places credentials.

 

I kick open the door

With an amazing amount of force.

I leave a pile of broken glass

Without remorse.

Author's Note

For some reason this poem took me more than a year to finish. I would appreciate any comments and reviews.