Mind In Coma Poem by Lover Forsaken

These days I think a lot,
Listen to a lot too,
Nothing comes out though,
Only goes in,
New thoughts, old memories,
Create a mayhem inside,
I get restless, want to stop,
But where’s the remote,
Someone had taken that away,
To day I am a runaway soul,
Not in control anymore of my own actions,
Output devices are maimed,
I am muted by what I received,
Input devices are not with me,
I am not given the input I need,
Here is a mind is coma.