Comatose Dreams

His bright and beautiful eyes have closed,

and his mouth, eternally smiling, has shut.

Nobody could have possibly known,

for they have all but entirely given up.

He may be powerless to speak,

but his thoughts are forever loud.

Louder than any warrior can be,

loud enough to endlessly shout.

Why can’t they hear him,

why are they unable to see?

His limbs feel like pins,

and all to be done is to dream.

He knows they previously and presently don’t know,

but it hurts that they’ve succumbed to the darkness.

He can already imagine the feeling of the rose,

Even though he won’t be the one hurting regardless.

He is urging his body and mind to wake up,

but now he is utterly confused and terrified.

He has already been given death’s cup,

he knows that he has been given no time.

He is still there, he is still able to hear!

Do they have no faith in what’s still there?

Already he’s given up. All to be seen is a tear.

He tried to believe, but no longer could he bear.

When his family returned, he was dead.

They saw the tear and all felt dread.