Coma

Not knowing where, we move around. There’s no way out, there’s no escape.
Gather dust.
Light in a fog, abstract, obscure.
No clarity from farther back.
Wait it out.
Waiting to get better, more alone than we think.
Clarity won’t find us.
Wanting change, but stay the same.
Wait it out.
Hope for something better, don’t know how to get there.
What we need won’t find us.
Start again, the pain remains.
Gather dust.
Not knowing where, it won’t find us.
We built the cage, we’ll break it down.
Or wait it out.