The Writer



Mercenary steam
engulfs steel beams,
borderLines IdentIty.
I write my dream…

Moving through time
Writers’ Suicides:
collide—sublime.
“No Exit is Blind.”
 
Illness, not overcome;
The DSM: never done.
The Labeled never won;
kept a distance from The Sun.
 
Closely-reading—pain;
The Battle and The Blame.
Scholars making games:
an education-maze.
 
Students read Patients’
novels found in basements,
novels not misplaced;
scorned Writers; complacence.
 
In death, highly revered.
In life: hated, feared.
The Nov-ill-ist
writes-right-here.

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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