Comatose
Slipping into your consciousness,
I sink into the depths of your soul.
Your escape is my comfort.
I feel temporarily healed.
In the confines of my soul is a never ending well.
A well of sadness.
A watery chasm waiting for a season of redemption.
I lie awake at night.
I fight myself and try to settle my debts with destiny.
My soul screams a silent perpetual scream.
Qurasha Rajkumar
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