Red Balloon
By Lee •
Lately
So often,
I dwell here.
In this room
I know not why I remain,
I am a red balloon;
tied upon an anchor.
My bed unmade
Curtains still drawn,
Everything as I left it.
This is,this was; my room.
my home
If I am lucky, today the sun will visit me
Through my tattered curtains,
They remain un-drawn.
Though I worry not
Eventually, someone will come,
Visit my lingering existence...
Perhaps they will even open the window.
Until then, my eyes remain close
My ears, that listen for footsteps.
It is only me and silence.
...an indefinite coma.