Aminah Abdullah (writing page)

BARGAINING       Her fair skin is now bleached. As I rummage through my brain Every lesson that I've been preached, She is tangled in a web of pain. The figure is shaking under the blanket, The warm dragon whistling an icy breath. She's holding on to her mother's locket,  Warning me that she's close to death. This room is pitch powerlessness. Where is everyone if she may die? I clamp my hands around my head to harness These soundless screams to hinder her hush-bye. I call out to the Omnipotent and beg; like a cancer patient asking for his life. The soul being pulled from it's peg The soul; a daughter, a mother, a wife. Set O Black Moon without the Red Lighteneing You shall not rise above the White sky. "Take me instead, allow bargaining" Survive, like always. I beg you not to die. Do not forget to leave your comments!