Here in my prison

I lie here in deep sleep

 

I lie here

On breathing machines

In the room all alone

 

IN A COMA

Sleep for days

Sleep years

Waiting for an angel to come and awake me with its tears

 

Here in my prison

I lie in my bed

With a stack of pillows behind my head

Awaiting a touch from heaven so that I may awake the dead

Who was killed by the beast

 

I LIE HERE IN A COMA

Because my soul is not resting in peace

From the numerous calamities that lies at the Poor’s feet