During a summer

Full of high hopes

I was wheeled

Into that white room

That terrifying

White room

Full of masked faces

And sharp

Silver implements

There was only my one solace

One thought

One idea

That kept me sane

In that dark moment

Pushing all my mental faculties

Towards engaging

The man

Who was putting me under

Into the world of nothingness

With a delightful conversation

About cheese

– James Dubeau