Feeling
It seems that I have gone into a coma
I can move and go about
but I can not feel
What can explain this paraplegic notion
I blink once for yes
I blink twice for no
often I grow weary and lock my eyes
leaving my desires hanging in balance
I move my legs when I must go
leaving my life without destination
when I wake up from this coma I'll be too tired to speak
so I will return to this deep sleep
This poem is about:
Me