PAD Challenge Day 28

Today's prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write a poem about a problem, and (2)write a poem about space or spaces, with a focus on a personal experience. I’ve only had one MRI so far in my life, and while it made me uncomfortable, I didn’t have a panic attack like some people have reported. Still, I put myself in the shoes (or hospital booties, if you will) of someone who had such an experience. This villanelle came out sounding somewhat Poe-like, I think.

MRI

We'll find your problem soon, the doctor said,

You'll get an MRI so we can trace

what's wrong with you - it could be in your head.

He told me to lie down upon this bed,

and soon it slid into a tunneled space,

We'll find your problem soon, the doctor said.

Supine, I was enclosed, I felt the dread

creep in on me.  My heart began to race -

What's wrong with me?  It could be in my head.

I was entombed, my lungs felt filled with lead,

my breath was short. You must lie still, in case

we find your problem soon, the doctor said.

A tumor in the brain? My fears were fed -

inside this loud cocoon, they'd find the place

that's wrong with me - it could be in my head.

At last I was exhumed, back from the dead;

Their pictures were the verdict I must face.

We found your problem, son, the doctor said;

There's nothing wrong with you - it's in your head.