Comatose Poem by Aaron Mac Lean

Comatose



trauma disguised by his insomnia

insanity misread for calamity from vanity

drowning inside his own mind

it feels as if its been a great time

that there has ever been a crime

such as this

to throw someone into an unending, unyielding abyss

to spend forever in dark loneliness...

[it has no ending

as it is ongoing

for when it ends

there is no knowing.]





(good bye and good day

if you have an idea for its end don't fray

send it to me if you may.)

Saturday, November 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: insanity,loneliness
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Aaron Mac Lean

Aaron Mac Lean

the valley of trees, New Hampshire
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