Below is the poem entitled The Jacket which was written by poet
Misaila. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
Read Poems by
Stefania Carmen Misaila
When I woke up, I could see
I was no longer part of your gravity.
I then tried so hard to fade away to sleep.
Could not breathe.
Could not hear.
Still I waited for you to crawl back
In my atmosphere.
But I got tired of waiting for nothing to wait.
I search. I weep.
I think out loud
All those imperfect words
Across your perfect tongue.
I notice that self in the mirror
That keeps screaming:
Try to sober up!
I feel distressed. Stripped of all my temper.
Slowly turning a whiter shade of pale.
This pain breaks through my silence
And rolls me underneath the soils
Of your feet.
I try to shake off the rust
And this rise of swarming regret.
Still, all in vain!
You know I always let the worst
Get the best of me…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila