Coma
Whispers of mutinies touch her rose pedal ear
She peacefully sleeps through her endless nightmares
She journeys through the darkness seeking only light
The days drift by but for her... Only night
The machines breathe for her like a metronome
Through these sterile halls her spirit roams
The day has finally come to let her go
As my hand reaches the plug, she screams NO!
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2018
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