On a couch, almost lay
A black moon spoof to unconsciousness
Half way a slap of hammer that sense
A storm that blow and take to a nether
There cramp here and there
Yet waive and sting to flee
But the rest of the part blocked ahead
Strive to lift the hands yet fall
Slog to talk but something make it mum
Scoop and prang alongside
Force to numbness and its paradigm
A swamp that mend inside
Crawl to a fight inside
Arguments that quest and riddle
Yet the answer fervor inside
Frozen thoughts smash and wither
World where creep for a time
Mask that sheen and lock the eyes
In vigor eyes are opened
And back to consciousness...
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A rare physical condition in its correctness and stages described through a beautiful poem and may be different meanings and definitions to the poem which I cannot understand on its own reasons and any how a beautiful poem and recited as such as a reader.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Society is full of men alive yet in coma, conscious yet unconscious.