THE PAIN GAME

Infinity carved into me

blood for you to see

swollen and cut in vain

life: my everlasting stain.

Arabic hosting new fear’s eve

can you see

the pain inside of me

will always be… free

Cutting Me

breathing me

seething you

all for you.

Do you See?

I am free; you are free

To be…

or–

Not to Be.

The question of pain,

of placing blame

arbitrary shame

on a plane.

We live, we burn

we never turn

ignorance not bliss

twist your wrist.

Bleed with me;

heal for real

steal pride back

fall off the track

Lay in the dirt

embrace your hurt

stand up again,

grasping my hand

Until the Bitter End.

*Dedicated to Joshua Angel*

Published by Sine Pari Poet

In Arabic, Ayesha means Life--I am Woman--of Poetry, Poetic Prose, Photography, and the Creation of All of My Dreams, all of which end in Artistry. I have often been referred to as Enigmatic and Magnetic, but also Selfless ("to a fault"). Some call me an "m-path" because I am highly compassionate. I sincerely hope that you enjoy all that I have to offer. Thank you for taking the time to Read Me. I am Proud. I am Ayesha. With Love, Ayesha R. Gill عايشة رامازاً جل

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