Angel Of Death Poem by Shaun Cronick

Many sleepless nights,
Day after day.
Sheer bloody agony,
That won't go away.

To visit that place,
Is the lesser evil.
And pay for pain,
To cease my upheaval.

As I take my turn,
In this den of dread.
Manic thoughts begin,
To fill my head.

That morbid fear,
Of that incessant drill.
This time I know,
It's out to kill.

Or of that needle,
So long and cruel.
So lethal so sharp,
Made of cold steel.

Sit down relax,
He does softly say.
Now open wide,
And I'm his prey.

Oh that looks bad,
I'll whip it out.
There is no time,
To protest or shout.

And now that needle,
Plunges earthly deep.
Your eyes fill up,
And tears do seep.

And now the drill,
That burrows deep.
It makes you groan,
It makes you weep.

And while performing,
His Marathon Man act.
He decides to engage,
In one-way chit-chat.

This angel of death,
This dentist from hell.
When the torture's ended,
He wishes you well.

I splutter a goodbye,
And an all the best.
I leave double quick,
Like all the rest.

He utters goodbye,
Have a splendid day.
Oh and on your way out,
Don't forget to pay.

I've paid enough,
In pain and fears.
I need a rest,
To dry my tears.


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