I'm waiting the last bus home <br />Curry for the Mrs; Chinese for me. <br />Voices coming closer <br />Shouting and arguing mostly. <br /> <br />I heard the voices clearly <br />That's the last thing I remember. <br />Except I was worried it was getting cold <br />It was unusually cold at the end of September. <br /> <br />I remember hearing conversations <br />Of some poor guys kin <br />About being a total cabbage <br />And there was nothing that could be done for him. <br /> <br />With all the technology they have today <br />I was really shocked at that <br />So I decided to open my eyes <br />Get it sorted lend a hand ya'know off the bat. <br /> <br />But I was in total darkness <br />But I could hear my Marys voice <br />I called out to her she nearly screamed <br />I kissed her face it was moist. <br /> <br />Why are you crying Mary <br />Put the light on and pass my phone <br />They are on Paddy don't you remember <br />You got mugged on the way home. <br /> <br />But your out the coma now...finally. Thank God! <br />I'll take care of you now I don't mind <br />You see Paddy they beat you so bad <br />They beat you till you were blind. <br /> <br />Is mam and pappy coming down <br />I sensed something in her voice among the tears <br />Their both dead Paddy I'm sorry love <br />But you've been in a coma for twenty three years.<br /><br />Craig Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coma/
