Memories Deep

I lie in a bed that is not my own.

I'm cold and weak and numb and alone. 

My eyes are closed with heavy lids.

While I dream of things I think did.

I want to remember something but its fading.

was there someone who needed saving?

I begin to pull away and my eyes free open 

and what I see I know I haven't woken

There lies my body battered and broken

My face a canvas whose past it's woven