Coma

A narrative poem that has a large mystery element to it.

I sit in a chair, staring at the wall in front of me,

the room around me is bare, with nothing interesting to see.

There’s a couple of pictures and paintings hanging loosely on the wall,

And a dull fireplace, cracked but still standing tall.

Where am I? What am I doing in this place?

Why am I here, stuck in this bland and blank space?

However, a closer look at the room around me, and I notice new things,

A toy car and a teddy bear that’s only held together by a few strings

Next to the chair lies a faded blanket, smeared dirt, and dust,

And besides that, a ring, that is covered in rust.

At last, I stand and walk about,

Tring to see if there’s a way out.

I notice a mirror behind the chair, polished and clear,

Eternally reflecting all that draws near.

I walk up and look at my reflection,

Noticing just now, my pale complexion

The ragged sweatshirt I wear is threadbare and torn,

My leather bracelet musty and well worn.

Curiously, I touch my cheek, my reflection doesn’t mimic the action.

Cautiously, I repeat the movement, looking for a reaction.

Suddenly a change overcomes the room, everything grows dark,

Like water extinguishing a flame’s spark.

I… hear mutters from the outside, begging, pleading.

Before me is a long path, though I don’t know where it’s leading.

I start following the path, to see where it’ll go,

To see if it will give the answers I need to know.

Author's Note

If you can recognize where I drew inspiration for this poem, please say the name of the game. I have been looking forever for people who know that game exists.