A Little Coma ( …of my own)Edit 1. chris,emily, emma

[EmilyJune519]

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I’m glad you came. I knew you would. I’ve been expecting you.
Sorry it’s so dark in here. I closed my eyes some time ago,
A week, a month...who knows.

What will happen? Is there a plan? I ask because my time is still.
Funny though, my talking seems to make the moments pass away.
Pass on, pass by…pass over.

It’s not that no one talks to me, I hear them call my name;
I listen to the voices ask, "Why is it that he sleeps so long?"
So long, goodbye…farewell.

I need to ask, while you’re still here, before you go away, don't know that you need to state "while you're still here" and "before you go away"... they both basically state the same thing: you want to ask something before they're gone.
if you are me? Does that sound odd? And if you are, then who am I?
Am I, was I...I am.

Inside my head I start to lose the freedom that this cave provides.
From out of warm and breathless night I watch an alabaster dawn."From out of a warm and breathless night..."? I don't know if it's a typo or if you purposely left out that character, but I think it's necessary
Dawn on, on me…I wake.

I’m glad you came. I knew you would. I’ve dreamt of you so long.
Familiar face, loving eyes, but why the tears? I’m back with you.
With you, with you…and me.Love the way the first line in this stanza ties back to the first.

Tectak
2013

Original
I’m glad you came. I knew you would. I’ve been expecting you.
Sorry it’s so dark in here. I closed my eyes some time ago,
Ago, a month...who knows.

What will happen? Have you a plan? I rather hoped you might.
Funny though, my talking seems to make the moments pass away.
Pass on, pass by…pass over.

It’s not that no one talks to me, I hear them call my name;
I listen to the voices ask why is it that he sleeps so long.
So long, goodbye…farewell.

I need to ask, while you’re still here, before you go away,
if you are me. Does that sound odd? And if you are, then who am I?
Am I, was I...I am.

Inside my head I start to lose the freedom that this cave provides.
From out of warm and breathless night I watch an alabaster dawn.
Dawn on, on me…I wake.

I’m glad you came. I knew you would. I’ve dreamt of you so long.
Familiar face, beautiful eyes, but why the tears? I’m back with you.
With you, with you…and me.

Tectak
2013

The edits are working much better for your poem. Your ending lines in each stanza are stronger, and I really enjoyed the first and last stanza. Great job!