Hostage

12 payments of myself

I turned away and there you were
My favorite shade of
never sure if I,
had ever felt a thing
Uncertain if I'm awake
Part of you has
passed through me
Fragments of reality have
found their way into a dream,
I find myself fast asleep

How long does a coma last
The futures nothing but the past
spoken of through your children's lips
A cycle of paralysis was born,
too busy being bored

Still I wait and wonder
held for ransom by the calendar
Twelve payments of myself
the days add up in hell

Author's Note

Edit#3

Reviews

[Frontier]

"I turned away and there you were.
The feeling stayed. I wasn't sure if I,
had ever felt a thing. " - darkly amazing beginning, hooked me right in. The second to last stanza about the doves - painted a ominous, dark but spiritual image in my mind. Scary how some relationships are more our perception than anything else, and I think you've captured that quite well here. You're good dude! :)

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

I really enjoyed this poem it speaks volumes about life and the human condition in general. We are all flawed and this flawlessly expresses that.

How long does a coma last?
The futures nothing but the past,

This line really stuck out for me I love the concept.

[Zakari Schmidt]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! One of my personal favs :)