Poem of the week-Itchy

Itchy bumps servicing

My skin

Frightening potential

Recurring fatalistic dreams

Waking to the sensation

Adding to numbness tingling pain

Mortality around the corner

Asking me why I can’t distract

Neck stiffness making turns impossible

Dealing with God to substitute

Making foolish empty promises

Missing the old eruptions

Roar back ancient issues

Take crap from childhood

Beg for one moment

Where breath stands alone

Brain clears out garbage

Eyes plunge through the soot

Ears profoundly find clarity

Smell returns

Depression is sublimated

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