Comatose
Sounds of medical monitoring machines
Echo in the brain of a comatose marine
Lying on a gurney hospital's bed
Least of all, nothing is said
Those present bow their heads
Praying his not already dead
Eye's flutter, the patient awakes,
from their comatose state
Ironically,
the marine didn't pass through heaven's gate
Risking life and limb then joining us again
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
