• Lately
    So often,
    I dwell here.

    In this room
    I know not why I remain,
    I am a red balloon;
    tied upon an anchor.

    My bed unmade
    Curtains still drawn,
    Everything as I left it.
    This is,this was; my room.
    my home

    If I am lucky, today the sun will visit me
    Through my tattered curtains,
    They remain un-drawn.

    Though I worry not
    Eventually, someone will come,
    Visit my lingering existence...
    Perhaps they will even open the window.

    Until then, my eyes remain close
    My ears, that listen for footsteps.
    It is only me and silence.
    ...an indefinite coma.