19 July 2012
The noise was deafening So terrible and frightening An experience so terrifying I thought it was just a mind thing
"get changed over here" It all felt so queer "there's no metal in your ear?" Then it all became clear
The massive piece of equipment The radiographer's scent Not fully understanding the extent Of the scan that followed and what it all meant
"keep your head still" This was against my will The noise so loud like that of a mill I wish I'd had paper and a quill
So now I've shared thoughts on a day so scary Of giant polo machines I'll always be wary A day that wasn't all cute and fury But rather all blurry
19/7/2012- Brain Scan • Opuss № I