From Red to Blue and Back, Flashing…

Flashing Back to the past

I ask I reply the answer

is why did I try to end

my life. Live allusion

of death repressed

oppressed. Did I try

at fault or misfortune

to cease to be body

mind crying silently

inside the guilt kills.

Raynbow offers advice.

I type, ‘Striving’ is Dying.

I recall a sirens flashing

ambulance oxygen mask

tussionex emptied my flask

grateful to Be

FLASHING BACK

CONSTANTLY

INTO THE PAST.

God intervenes to save

my breath, my voice

He takes. Intubated,

unconscious, restrained.

Despite Death the mind’s

eye never, ever slept.

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 View more posts