Stefania Carmen Misaila Poet Free verse

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 June 25, 2009 at 10:58 AM Strong poem Stephanie, and sad too. Looking forward to an upbeat write from you>>James

John Rhinem June 25, 2009 at 5:33 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 June 25, 2009 at 5:29 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....