Painkiller

My time is running late, I’m under the spell Of my dreams And all this hurt That cracks through my lips. I silently sob and drain My tears So as not to wake you, But still my time’s not here. Lost in this Anesthetic trance, I try to move my heart or soul. All is numb But my manners As I spit this ache at you. I want you to wake and hold My face. Wound your glare within My cheeks, flaming with this Unfathomable injure. My time is running late! Won’t you please stab my heart And leave me with just the blackness Of my dreams? © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila

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James Fraser

Date: 6/25/2009 10:58:00 AM

Strong poem Stephanie, and sad too. Looking forward to an upbeat write from you>>James

John Rhinem

Date: 6/25/2009 5:33:00 AM

...."Proving 'Your' Potential Greatness A Writer & Poetss To Be Viewed & Heard!!!":):)~And As Always, "My Love & Warmth To 'You & Yours, Always, John!!!"~"Have A Very Bright & Beautiful Day Dear Stephanie!!!":):) Smile, Bye ~

John Rhinem

Date: 6/25/2009 5:29:00 AM

Smile~Alright, I shall do it! But, it shall have to a sugar laced dagger dear lady! Smile,"Hello Precious, Priceless & Talented Stephanie Carmen!!!":):)~I hope that "Your Precious Life," is wonderful for "You" dear!!? And its good to see "Your Gifted Words!! And this poetic verse of profound here, is just another glimpse into to "Your" great abilities of expressions able to be reached and then splashed upon "Your" excellent canvas form the depths of "Your" very soul!!! Again, proving....Cont....