Coma

06/08/2013 at 18:37 (Poetry, Writing) (Blogging, coma, Death, depression, hospital, lilies, Poem, Poetry, Writing)

Flowers on my windowsill

Pale and lifeless, cut

And steeped in old water

Their heads shun the light.

The scent of the lilies

Streaks my mind, lost

As it is in memories

With no hope of return.

This bed, my soft grave,

White as the skin

Which papers my bones,

Holds a memory alone.