Coma

                      "Coma"

Slipping into darkness,struck by a stray bullet,
to the head,
wires going every where Laying motionless,
in this bed.

What in the hell am i doing here, man dam if,
I even know.
Last thing I do remember straight, was driving
but kinda slow.

Hearing voices all around me, can't feel my hands,
nor my toes
with different  people, coming in and out of this room,
why I don't know.

Try to open my  eyes to see the forest but many trees ,
now impede my way.
i feel I'm stuck in a place unfamiliar to me and my voice,
has nothing to say.

Strangely enough, I can really feel no pain and nothing to,
can I now smell,
is this what it suppose to feel like after life, have i slipped,
some how into hell?

Much time it appears, have i on hand, my accomplishments,
to do, now just a few.
guns in the wrong hands, sad law of the land, stray bullets,
are no friend, to me nor you.

An innocent life has been placed on hold,struck by the bullet,
of another mans gun.
now I lay here in bed, a bullet lodged in my head, with no way,
to raise my young son.......Jim

About poem: character was driving in a residential area when he was stuck by a stray bullet and left in a coma, not realizing he was shot and left in a coma attached to a breathing machine in a hospital bed. Although his subconscious is questioning what had transpired and he was more worried about his son, whom depended on hI'm in life.........