Work Text:
The Dentist
the pain is ever growing
the infection it wants to spread
my face is one constant throb
the pain is in my head
it hurts for me to talk to long
on the telephone
my ears are in pain, I am going in sane
the infection is deep in the bone
I am not yet brave enough
to do what I know I must do
I am afraid to go to the dentist all alone
I wonder could I go with you
I need someone to hold my hand
someone to make me feel
that I can face the dentist drill
this fear of it I have is real
Sometime I wonder why it is
that of all the things in life to fear
I have to be afraid of the dentist
and haven't been there is many a long year
©1999 Jim Nasium