Awoken to darkness, silence and darkness
Feeling the movement of unraveling bandage
Lying motionless, bordering carcass
As the doctors and nurses assess the damage,
The Angel in the distance assures safe passage.
Three empty syringes to assuage the pain
Ability to move limited to a blink
Inevitably in this prison, he is to remain
Deeper and deeper within the mind, he'll sink,
Searching his mental library for the missing link.
He cries and begs for life through screams and tears
But only whispers, exhale through the plastic hose
Missing the growth of his kids, his biggest fear
Trapped within this state of comatose,
The curtains of reality begin to close.
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A fine write S. We can't know how much they may sense or be conscious of. It's said that it helps to still talk to them, that the curtains won't close altogether.
I visited someone over 6 months in a coma. Sadly, the curtains closed up..... you know.
My apologies for bringing up that memory. Also, condolences. Thank you for taking the time to read.
It's OK, and it's 25 years ago now. I truly thought the person would come out of It. It was a comfort in a way, that SOMETHING actually happened in the situation.
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This is a really touching poem. From the perspective of a nurse, this really touched my heart. I always wondered what/if they were thinking but gave them my best care. You have written this subject very well and eloquently, I think. Although it is a sad subject. Great job!
Thank you Christina. You're a nurse? That's so awesome.. you get to help people everyday, be apart of what saves lives... Thank you
I am a nurse but taking some time off for family for now. 🙂 But this is your poem and it was awesome!
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SM, your poem is awesome. Even though we do not know what is going on inside the brain of a coma victim, you used your imagination well to paint a very believable picture. Kudos
Thank you..i very much appreciate that.
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