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COMATOSE
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2003 Poetry well-nigh one month have gone by
as if a decade have stolen my pride
and i stand here alone looking at me
counting every tick of the clock
my reflection can’t seem to know
what my next move is going to be
i walk and stand and sit and lay
my head is vacant; i am misplaced
things would have been different
things would have been as it were before
had i been firm in not letting you go
but i let it happened, i let you go
the music of silence is deafening
where there’s no shout or noise
not even a step off a ghostly wind
can move my comatose soul
written 01/08/2003
