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"Comatose"
by Jeph Johnson
from former friends
and their skepticism,
hypocrisy never ends,
and it's torture to explain to them
that realized hope I had has died
as lust overtook this
soul I dreamed had prevailed past life
and conquered death's cold kiss.
trapped so long inside insanity
I said "so long" to all I've earned...
a bankrupt soul...
a dirt-poor fool
deaf to wisdom learned
clever declarations
of preposterous prophecy
reciting, verbatim,
word-for-word decrees-
as accusations pile higher
upon bluffs of deceit
mountains of lies
lie as a barrage at my feet...
no one told me life was fair, instead
it seemed the best way in my head
that's now tucked away from life all day
lifeless and numb,
sucking my thumb,
in fetal disarray...
morose and malcontent,
if I disregard the past,
I suppose, to some extent,
my misery won't last
