Coma White

 

My dreams are coloured in coma white

They come feverishly in the night

My angels are all dressed light like day

They make my pain go far away

Descending down from heaven above

With great compassion, full of love

The needle pricks into my skin

I do not feel the pain within

I feel cold, then warm to touch

They do so little, yet it feels so much

My body drifts and melts away

Gone now is the pain of day

The sheets are soft and cool and clean

The only reality in this dream

Lights not bright, dim and still

My feelings gone with each pill

Softly, softly, do I dream now

From this I will not awake anyhow

And when this dream is gone and done

And my days end with setting sun

The dreams, they come, in coma white

Lost in fever of darkened night

Reviews

[darkgurl]

Great write here, I can just picture this, wonderfully written.

[Kees Kapteyn]

It's a dangerous thing nowadays to write a poem with an iambic pentameter but I think you pulled this one off. The peace of this poem belies the monstrous reality of the act that this person is commiting. Good job, James.

[Kris Tate]

Beautiful, just beautiful

[Ralphy]

James that's a great poem�full of flowing rhymes, fluid thought and let's not forget the illusion of placing your reader there inside the coma. The choice of words help accent each and every verse. Thanks for sharing that�