by Poet on the Piano   Dec 29, 2015

Maybe I've been
in a coma these
twenty years, not
able to respond
to love or life or
second chances. I
no longer hear the
sky fall or the river
run crimson from
inadmissible depression.

Who will wake me?

Do I hold a breath
that is truly mine?

Maybe I died
the moment I
was born.

Am I comatose
loving you?


Written while listening to "Wake Up" by Christian rapper NF.


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