My mind has been in a coma
Shocked into a solid sleep
Unable to feel, sense or express anything
Quietly distraught with no solace to be found
and when thoughts have always been the life blood that sustains me
and my words the sutures that heal
I find myself now,
lifeless, still, and scarred so deep that the pain is visible, tangible and infectious...
and distance, breathes life into the virus
