Challenge
Your final resting place
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
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