Stefania Carmen Misaila Poet Free verse

Stroke

May I please be the one to speak?
Would you take the time to listen?
I’m tired of this pretend serenity 
That leads me only into bustle…
I think it’s time for us to part,
For now. For good. Forever.
You can always borrow my heart
And lock it in your suitcase
Or wear it as jewelry if you like.
Yes, you can take my heart…
But all this love, I cannot
Keep giving it away.
For it will end within you
And within me…
You may want me,
But not what I’m going through…
This endless volley
Of regret
And painful memories.
Please just look away.
Your eyes are drenched in dislike.
They sore. They hurt. They burn.
They carve throughout my raw flesh
And poison deep down in my veins.
You run inside my vessels
In this preposterous
Race that always leads to the same finish:
My broken and irreplaceable self.
We always talk, but never speak.
You always look, but do not see.
You always listen, but do not hear
This forsaken beat of mine.


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila

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James Fraser May 31, 2009 at 12:04 PM Passionate write Stephanie>James

Nadia Shahwan May 20, 2009 at 10:49 AM Beautiful.

Adeleke Adeite May 20, 2009 at 7:58 AM what a passionate poet. I have sometimes have the reason to say this to some friend but the fact that i do not fall in lkove meakes me not to. i walk in lovve and I build my friendship as a tower ,so moost times it is hard to go back or break down that TOWER.. you are such a great poet. all we need to know is thst love is not blind we only need to open our eyse to realty. keep your passionate pen writing... Ilove this. 'Leke