Call For Help

I was lying there dead. Neither could I shout nor could someone hear me. I was lost. I was dreaming about the after life already. I felt dead and yet alive.

Leaving my old body didn't make a difference to me. I felt like a free spirit, let go to live.

The more I tried to call for help, the more I felt lost.

I lost patience. I didn't know if the help that I was seeking was to go back and be alive or was for regrets that my life was less worthy. 



Only time shall tell, the fate I was destined to face.

To stay here or go back.