Coma
I smile at you
From deep within the folds of consciousness
Where, they say, no recognition does exist
I feel your hands and hear your voice
And smile at you
I see you
While drip drips to moist my burning eyes
There is no vision, nothing to recognize they say
I see your face, observe the glance of sadness
And see you
I hear you
From deep within whirling clouds of mist
Where no sound penetrates they say
I feel your familiar voice resonate in me
And hear you
I am here
Whatever they say is not true, I am here
Do not give up on me and watch me wake
For one day I will look at you and hold your hand
And be here
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March 3, 2017
© Darren White
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