Comatose

Where am I,
Right now,
Who knows,
I sit listening to,
Whispers when the wind blows.

In my head,
Appears a grand woods,
Sick of staring through the trees,
Resembling a maze,
I cannot get free I swear no one ever leaves.

Now I know,
Where I am,
Stuck up in my head,
My thoughts have left me rude,
As everyone else has left me for dead.

Would you,
Give up and pull the plug?
Never thought my mind an enemy,
Vulnerably put on display,
For all to see.

There I wait,
Where I don't know.
In the pitch black forest with an unlit way,
Anticipating signs to come around.
Will there ever come a day?