If I was in a coma what would you say?
You can see me laying attached to wires and tubes
On the thin white sheets.
My chest moves but my eyes never flutter.
Would you yell for me to awaken?
Or for me to stop waiting and die already?
Would you sing me a lullaby?
Scream that you were sorry?
Or would you just stare?
What would you say if I was in a coma?
I can't see you.
Are you crying, laughing, fainting?
Are your tears hot leaving trails of ice in their wake? Or is your face stretched fighting a grin?
What are you thinking?
That I deserve it?
Or that this is a screwed twist of fate?
What are you going to say
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
ŞiirThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
