Escape Me From My Solitary

A Poem by Joe Rogers

How I see Coma

I was the victim of torture inside my own conscious mind. Pain was what I had to endure, physically and mentally. Worst of all, I was trapped, lonely, and abandonment by all humanity. It’s as if I was trapped in a cramped steel box. The box’s ice-cold reinforced surfaces gave me frostbite, while the jagged edges of the corners slowly and painfully shred my skin, piercing to the point of blood, and lots of it. Blood began to circulate, but not just in my body, but in currents building up inside my solitary steel hell hole, why not just drown are ready? Why must I cope with so much pain and continue to live. The extensive unbearable pain wasn’t bringing me down, but knowing I can’t leave such a dark place inside my head. No one or thing was with me in this freighting experience, but I just knew they were all out waiting inside that steel box called my self conscious. I’m sure they may think I’m at peace, but second by second my mind and body is tearing it’s self-apart to a point of self-destruction. There is a way to end the suffering and growing hatred, just pull the plug. Let me leave this ugly, God forsaken world and escape this torture in my mind. Please think of my will before such a decision is made, for it is God’s will that my time on Earth is finished, just pull the plug and lift me from this dark painful coma