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Comatose
Darkness engulfs me,
but I offer no resistance.
Sadness indulges me,
but I have no existence.
Memory haunts me,
reminding me with persistence.
Misery taunts me,
mocking my own incompetence.
I cling to the regrets,
like numerous fresh wounds.
Feelings I try to repress,
but only hopelessness looms.
Feeling pain slowly progress,
suffocating this helpless loon.
Pleading to be suppressed,
I welcome my imminent doom.
Needing to be depressed,
but demise will free me soon.
Nothing left to express,
comatose in this empty room.
