Frozen With Fear

I sit in this chair, frozen with fear,
as my tormentor stands before me,
an evil grin upon his face,
tools of torture in his grasp.

Waves of nausea envelope me
and I am numb.
I try to move and resist,
but his accomplice steps in
and thwarts my efforts.

I am helpless,
and at the mercy of this madman.

Resistance is futile.

I see him approach with out-stretched arms,
and feel the pain and the agony.
I hear the sound of bone
being ripped from my flesh,

.......as the dentist pulls another tooth.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul