Phobia

I sit in this room of black
my Spine trembles in the moment
OH the courage, which i lack
So much mental torment

the man in white approaches
my worst fears in his hands
Get on the table, He coaches
to the plastic covering my body lands

I swear i saw red in his eyes
My mom's cell rings and leaves the room
the man tells me his confident lies
As i sit in this desolate room of doom

my arm, he did grab
With a Sharp needle ready for impact
With just one stab
I felt like i was violently attacked

I rebelled to ways
I kicked him in the "spot"
This is what he did dismay
But i did my best, and Fought

I jumped off the table
he lunged for my foot
i became very unstable
he got me to stay put

I fell the floor
I felt a sharp pain
All over the floor the vaccine did pour
a needle to the skull i did gain.

My lights faded out
I'm ....dying, I said
but i did not pout
but now.... i was dead.

A week later in the newspaper
An article was found about me,
under another one about toxic vapor
but mine was surely something to see

it stated:

Jesse Q. Foss
Age: 5
Died due to accident in doctors office.
-Was accidentaly punctured with a Needle of chick pox vaccine.
Doctor resigned and later killed himself too.

now i float here, in my feeble state
Alone, but with another person around,
had i found someone to talk to , maybe a mate?
but it was him.. the vicious doctor...He made the scariest of sounds

accidental

--The Story of the kid with phobia--