O soul in a heightened state of house arrest, <br />The seat of all consciousness and being, <br />I care not for your immortality or to know your shade outside of me, <br />Or to argue your disembodied existence, <br />That which is free from the load of the body, <br />For devoid of compassion you are hardly a light of heaven, <br />When you fail me, pale within, <br />Dwell like a wing-clipped mortal in a cage of flesh and bones, <br />Refusing to make your much trumpeted final fight home, <br />To the celestial world of pure light, <br />Condemning me to a solitary dark room of endless traumatic physical seize, <br />Where a thousand cries pierce not the hide, <br />Favor me thus that should the celestial hand ever beckon, <br />Dig in your heels and burn within, <br />To be cremated with 'em flesh and bones, <br />Ashes never to rise as a phoenix, <br />Bring me the ultimate destruction, <br />For I seek no more.<br /><br />Kiranjit Singh Bajaj<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/locked-in-syndrome/
