A thick, endless sleep
Relentlessly lusting
For dominance over
Body and soul
The day had begun
No different than another
When suddenly, swiftly,
Her consciousness was snatched away
“Steady”, the monitor reads
Beeping incessantly
A never-ending promise of
False hopes and lies
Deeply asleep
She fights valiantly
To regain control
To escape her subconscious
The voices of her visitors
Echo worriedly around her
She struggles to answer, but
To no avail
Months pass
The coma persists
And day by day
Her visitors grow fewer
In another month’s time
She is alone in her struggle
The comforting voices of friends
No longer relieve her
Daily survival
A life-or-death battle
Her strength is failing
Hope is nearly gone
June 21, 2015
Six months since the accident
The day the moniter
No longer reads 'Steady'
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