Emotional Coma

G.G. Falderal

welcome the warm embrace of pain

please claw away my senses

make a bright future

fade into eternal night:

I have it coming to me.

I am divided by purpose

but unified by destiny

so I hibernate

an action that is inaction:

emotional coma

I am the heavy hanging smoke

of a cheap cigar

that crowds the room

choking out smiles

creating whispers

I hear you

trying

in vain

sniffling:

poor you

but to react

is to feel

is to lie

is to fall further

a deeper coma

womb?

tomb?

fate intervenes on the undecided

and I will sleep indefinitely

uncertainty is my savior

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