Few and far between

I've been having a hard time churning out poems lately, or at least poems that are any good. :) Here's one I kinda like, tell me what you think!

Bits of burnt prayer fall on my
blinking eyes. I am vivid
snapshots of other people’s
blues. I resonate a thousand
years since the first lover
said goodbye. Whispers
of yesterday’s thrill echo
on my lips like desert dust. I breathe
now held under water, under
glass, under a picture frame where you
stare at me laughing. Choking
and coughing and screaming blue
in the face but you can’t hear me. Burning
fire in a summer rain I said goodbye, pray
I come out alive. I come out
at all.