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
Copyright © Stefania Carmen Misaila | Year Posted 2009
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