Bleeding mind

Ember

Sour lies warped my mind
After seeing the fire I breath loose its strength
I chose to cut my ties, drop the lighter
I gave up on reviving what from one end of the room seemed a dying ember
Swarm of memories of previous hopes at fire
Wounding my self rubbing sticks and stones together
I could curse my plight
My flawed unskilled palm
But the darkness is beautiful and the cold is calm.