Coma

I could be here with restricted knees,
a bludgeon to my heart, and no
static that tingles from my fingertips
telling me 'I respire'

Is this from food I consumed
in front of family, or from the cavernous
closets of a house I don't find empty
too often, but when I do, I
indulge.

No, I don't think it's just that.
It's from not being able to escape,
not having release or a canyon
to scream into then constantly
feel more lucid.

It's not taking a deep breath,
becoming shallow, struggling
underneath states of being
dictionaries can't unwind.

It's....not unconsciousness.

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Written 3/31/13 @ 6:49 pm.