A Brush with Death

A Brush with Death by Vijay Sharma Erry Have you ever stood on the edge, Where silence screams, and shadows pledge? A single slip, a crimson tide, The body broken, nowhere to hide.The breath turns shallow, the pulse runs wild, Pain becomes a merciless child. Each heartbeat echoes a thunderous cry, A whisper of life, too fragile to deny.The skin remembers the burning flame, The wound becomes a ruthless name. Every nerve a dagger’s song, Every second stretches far too long.Eyes blur with a trembling haze, The world dissolves in fractured maze. Between the living and the dead, A fragile thread, a line of dread.The mind screams louder than the flesh, Memories bleed, emotions enmesh. Regret and fear entwine the soul, A broken mirror, a shattered whole.Yet in the darkness, a spark appears, A prayer that cuts through all the fears. The spirit clings, refusing to fall, A voice within that still stands tall.Danger teaches what books cannot, Life is precious, pain is fraught. The wound ma