I wish I could wake up,
Smell the air, feel the dampness,
Sense the urgency time leaves in my head.
Shake cobwebs from my brain,
Grab my flesh, dig my nails into my skin,
Leaving scratches and bleeding red.
My eyes are open,
Looking left, looking right,
And never finding what lies ahead.
I listen closely,
Blocking noises, focused on sounds,
And on what someone might have said.
Wondering, full of fear,
Am I still here, or have I gone?
Am I alive or am I dead?