Coma

I no longer know where to go

but the longer I go I can’t let go.

Space and time? They just ignore me;

no place or time can ‘er restore me.

Will I weep like a willow

never sleeping on my pillow?

No. I won’t go down that easy.

So I’ll not bestow that sleazy

angel with a single prayer;

instead I’ll fly where no one dare…

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2 thoughts on “Coma

  1. ws141 says:

    Thanks, Cynthia!

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