Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Inpatient

Because I am claustrophobic,
The thought of being in a box
For a CT scan makes me sick.
But, the tech gives me 3 pep talks,
Assuring me it will go fast.
Inside the tube it all is black.
An hour here, I have to last.
The tech says later he'll be back.
It's been so long, I must get out.
I can't breathe anymore in here.
Don't they hear me thrashing about?
My God, I'm choking on my fear.

The cleaning crew finds me that night.
Left and forgotten with just fright.