Awake Me From My Coma ( Shall He, Or She Sleep)

Awake Me From My Coma ( Shall He, Or She Sleep)

A Poem by PoeticFury
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Sleeping....

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As I lay in deep sleep.

I see.........

Like a tv I watch the poor walk with the signs for help in the street barely any clothes on their back. No shoes on their feet nothing to eat.

Then what do we do about it? Nothing, but get angry when we can't get anything to go our way, and hate when we are beat, or shall I say taste defeat, but that is just pure fact.

Though before the accident I was on my two feet, and now I am on my back.

The vision I have is only in my mind I hear voices, but see no faces, but their is no light, yet my eyes are close, and my color is black.

I lay, and walk around, yet see these images of how I believe life can be, or use to be back in the day.

There was no crime.

We all stood still in a matter of happiness, and the movement continued no shortage of time.

People were happy to go outside, and there was no more having to go run and hide.

The amendments andConstitution was followed, and the human raced lived longer, and cities stood tall we will survive.

Angels walked the earth, and the demons were ones to be able to talk to, and admitted to the wrong they may have done, and became the voice of reason.

Everyday was sunshine even if it was rain it was a beautiful season.

Call it crazy...

Call it a plan in a dram just for me.

Even a fantasy.

I do know that the last thing I saw before the accident as those headlights came toward me I shut my eyes and leaned back, and said please don't let me leave this life.

I don't want to go.

As I walked through the town.

Night fell, and everything was so quiet there was no sound.

No gunshots....No fights..... I walked a bit closer, and saw a huge vortex of light.

Is it time for me to walk out of this world of black into the the dark white of a harsh light that is life?

I know that I am now able to move, but in my mind is where I want all my dreams to sit, and rest.

I guess it is time for me to sit up, and wake up, but you can never be to stronger.

I think I will lay here.

Just a little bit longer. Where I can see, and be... live the life the way I wish it can be.

Wake me up out of this coma when this life changes, but for now let me write in my mind, and keep my thoughts in my sleep.

.......Don't Wake Me

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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