Ashes

A world of Grey Snow.

Grey snow is falling.
As I lay it covers me,
Not cold but,
Warm.

I look around trying to remember,
Remember what had happened.
Buildings burnt to the ground,
Some fires still ablaze,
My skin is slightly chard,
Burnt bodies lay everywhere.

I try to scream but the thick ash filled my throat,
I try to cry but it burns my eyes.
Every thing is gone,
The Earth is nothing but ash.

I feel so much pain to live,
I can't bare to end my life so quickly.
I will kill my self,
Softly,
Slowly,
And painful.

I reach for a piece of hot glass,
I ignored the pain as it blistered my hand.
Who will care if I kill myself,
Everyone is dead so why not me.

I stabbed the glass into my wrist,
Cold blood spilled out,
It stained the snowy ash crimson red.
I stabbed myself in the other wrist,
Ignoring the pain.

I held the glass in front of my heart,
I plunge it at my heart.

Waiting.

But nothing happens.

 

I open my stinging eyes.

There stood a boy,
His firm hands on mine,
Taking the glass away.

For the first time in three years,
Three years in a world of ash,
I cried.

He embraced me,
No he saved me,
From myself.
Now my world is not made of ash.

The grey snow turned white,
Not warm,
Cold,
He was my saviour.

Author's Note

This isn't about me. This is more like me trying to step into someone elses shoes and try to understand their pain and what they go through.