THE COMA

THE COMA

A Poem by Roger Turgeon
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I awoke with this feeling......

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THE COMA

 

I lay petrified in weightless grace

Can’t feel my extremities or face

Can’t feel my chest’s rhythmic rise and fall

Don’t know if I’m breathing air at all

Can’t hear any sounds, no background din

No common smells have been ushered in

Sightless eyes may be open or closed

No light penetrates the scene un-posed

No senses to guide my mind remain

Visions creep alone inside my brain

Detachment is my reality

Hopelessness is my eternity

How do I keep from going insane

When only blackness and  thoughts remain

Am I alive?  I wonder a lot

I think therefore I am….maybe not

© 2014 Roger Turgeon


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I feel like this could be a metaphor for an existential crisis, or could be the immobility that you feel with clinical depression.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Roger Turgeon

5 Years Ago

It was a moment of half sleep that had me feeling unending. But I won't rule out depression ( : O )
What a breathless, existential write.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Roger Turgeon

9 Years Ago

And a bit scary too ..... thanks for stopping by
MomzillaNC

9 Years Ago

You're welcome.

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Added on September 16, 2014
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Tags: Scared, confused, depressed

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Roger Turgeon
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Poet, painter, collector of unusual objects, taker of lonely pictures, hypnotherapist. I write poetry for all emotional occasions though the majority seem to focus on depression and romance. Now I.. more..

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