almost comatose

...sad world... (free verse)

“almost comatose”

…and the world was almost perfect...
through my eyes. the whole fraction.
(my thoughts are so loud, i can’t hear myself think...
but i feel action)

sadness paves the way for will,
in turn a motive, in turn a secret.
(my thoughts are so loud, i can’t hear myself breathe...
but i still feel it)

…and the world was almost perfect...
sleeping. the whole fraction.
fairy tales will keep them fixated.
i looked down…