Until You Can Come With Me I stand over you, Watching your chest rise And fall to the belabored hum of your ventilator. The machines beep in harmony to keep you alive, Although by looking at you, One would be easily mistaken by your appearance. Your rugged face brutally scarred and bruised Where flesh hit metal, glass, plastic. The tubes and lines branch from your body Skew the angelic glow Created by the white bedsheets that enshroud you. The smell you once held comforted, My worst of fears; Your unique mix of Grey Flannel, booze and cigarettes Is now replaced by the repugnant odor Of sanitizer and medical supplies Which twist my stomach Into knots of agony. But you are unaffected. Lying in your endless Sleep I watch over you. You are my guardian angel Protecting me from the pain And disillusionment of the world But who's there to catch you As you fall from grace? I will stand vigil over you I will I watch the machines struggle to keep you alive. The once comforting gaze Of your soft blue eyes Now haunts me As they stare at the bleached white ceiling above. But I can see the struggle behind those empty glass globes. Wanting to come back to us, To talk again, To see again, To live again. I know you can hear me, The beeping machines increase their pace As you try to swim to the surface Of the black jelly that encompasses you. The effort frustrates both of us; Your will to live And my desire to see you survive. But only you can do this. And I will stand here, Watching your chest Rise And fall To the belabored hum of the ventilator, I'm not leaving Until you can come with me.
Reason for writing:
My uncle who is also my best friend got into a car accident a couple months ago and remains in a coma. This was my way of dealing with him being 6000 miles away and not having anything to do.
Birth sign: Pisces
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