Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
i'm not really sure that i'm alive i know that blood pumps through me and that my heart pulses but i'm only spectating sometimes i can't even see and it's blurry sometimes i can't even feel and i'm floating sometimes i can't even think and i'm foggy so what am i? a ghost of the child i was years ago? the decomposing remains of my innocence? a shell of what i should be? the last piece of being that i am before i fully dissolve? a detachment of my fragile body?
0
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
coma
i'm not really sure that i'm alive i know that blood pumps through me and that my heart pulses but i'm only spectating sometimes i can't even see and it's blurry sometimes i can't even feel and i'm floating sometimes i can't even think and i'm foggy so what am i? a ghost of the child i was years ago? the decomposing remains of my innocence? a shell of what i should be? the last piece of being that i am before i fully dissolve? a detachment of my fragile body?
Written by
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem