THE COMAA Poem by Roger TurgeonI awoke with this feeling......THE COMA I lay petrified in weightless grace Can’t feel my extremities or face Can’t feel my chest’s rhythmic rise and fall Don’t know if I’m breathing air at all Can’t hear any sounds, no background din No common smells have been ushered in Sightless eyes may be open or closed No light penetrates the scene un-posed No senses to guide my mind remain Visions creep alone inside my brain Detachment is my reality Hopelessness is my eternity How do I keep from going insane When only blackness and
thoughts remain Am I alive? I wonder
a lot I think therefore I am….maybe not © 2014 Roger Turgeon |
StatsAuthorRoger TurgeonNHAboutPoet, painter, collector of unusual objects, taker of lonely pictures, hypnotherapist. I write poetry for all emotional occasions though the majority seem to focus on depression and romance. Now I.. more..Writing
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