Comatose!

My mind posted an ad in the classifieds-

I am sick, impoverished and scary,

Seeking lookalike minds. Contact

Me when in coma or when vegetative.

Whether days went by or years ran their

Weary course I couldn't figure. But it was

A long time since, when between a

Suspended night a mind knocked at

My lobes. It was comatose.

Numb, parched and pungent, just the

Way I like it it said. Many a vegetable

Came and stayed in my cranium since

Then. All of them hum the same tune,

Everyday, everyday! They hum and sway,

Pray and go astray, as if being pulled into

A whirlwind of endless chatter of sliced

Thoughts, images, words and perceptions.

The skull does not burst. Its tough, its hard,

Hard enough to not let the captive be free

But, dull enough to not let the walking ones

Know of the death noise and unending,

Riotous fury within.

All coming at once, with a violent force,

Adamant and sadistic, rips the neurons

Apart but the transmissions don't stop.

A constant dissection of thoughts and

Actions.

Just leave my existence. Let me be. Don't go!

Coz I think, therefore I am. But, do leave this

Head, already cluttered and bashed about.

Bruised by incessant neural activity, by thoughts

And inaction.

Don't leave but then maybe you should. For you

And I are insane, not those! Not them! We are, I am

The collective consciousness. Not those! They are

Comatose!

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