Someday I will Open My Eyes

Drowning within sea of obscurity,
walking but never on ground.
My footsteps echo inside my mind,
on no account reaching ears.

Beyond one shadow resides
minute clusters, touching is futile.
But voices, whispering winds
of nightmare, tuned feeble radios.

Tingle, electric static
jolting through veins.
Scanning surroundings.
Weightless child.
Restricted movement
but feeling that shock.

Once...

Wetness streaming down
on face, but I am not crying.

Are they tears?

A gentle breeze makes strands
of my hair move a bit.

Is that breathing?

My hand being lifted through
the dark. Please do not let me go.
Warmth starting through fingertips
then traveling down my heart.

Voices, antenna straightened,
strong but silent in one moment.
Ticking, where time is passing.
Seconds...hours...how long?

Someday I will open my eyes.

Insipired by a television show in which someone is in a coma.