Claustrophobia

by Venetia Bradfield

Appointment made, I was afraid
of tiny spaces when I laid
inside the MRI
machine, machine,
It looked so clean
inside the cold
machine

My palms began to sweat, and yet
I kept on breathing and I let
my mind go far
away, away,
I let it stray
my mind went far
away 

The noise inside was hard to hide
like crashing waves upon the tide
Began to feel the
dread, dread,
My fear was fed
stuck in my head was
dread 

My eyes squeezed tight, I tried to fight
the feeling that it was too tight
I knew that I was
trapped, trapped,
My throat was dry
I had to cry
for help

I couldn’t stay I had to flee
”Don’t care about my crooked knee
just get me out!”
I screamed, screamed,
How dark it seemed
when I let out a
scream