The Jacket

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