I remember first being cold
alone, outside and in
my eyes sore, drained
pinched red
Then, the swarm of darkness
light could never win
I would never be enough
it just played like a record over and over in my head
I had no reason to go on
Lastly, as the bed beneath me
began to burn
pulling me to a hell I had no place
there was a hand gripping
searching half blind…for me
With my lungs full of fire
I faced lying with the condemned
forever regretting my choice
It was you that pulled me from the flames
saved me from myself
restarted my heart
rose me from the ash
Earth To Ash 
Sounds almost like a dream. Was the play on “ash” intentional?
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T’was
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Sleep paralysis or a nightmare. I dreamt that I was drowning and about to die yesterday. *sigh* Sometimes I wish I didn’t need to sleep. Lovely poem though ❤
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Something a little more darker with this one. Lol, me too. The night hours are the most interesting muses sometimes. Thanks for the comment. Glad you liked 🙌
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