
Coma
With each hour,
That ticks by,
My vision,
Remains filled with darkness.
I am welcomed,
And comforted by its serenity.
I learn the designs,
It draws with each minute.
Ticking, passing.
I embrace the darkness.
But then I wake up,
And I'm yanked,
Out of my comfort zone,
The darkness.
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