Insatiable Itch

The skin is the living organ that we forget

even as we stare at it in a mirror

Mine has taken to acts of willfull motivation,

Itching in correlation with my desire for a nap.

Ugly screaming like an alarm clock,

When I hesitate to get up again.

A crawling, tingling itch.

My, “Accompl-itch Something” alarm.

Yes, I went there with the wordplay.

Because it rings true.

I feel no tingling when I research,

No tingling at meals,

No tingling when I practice sketching,

Or pet the cat.

Even when I stop to meditate,

No a twinge of an itch interups that.

But, dare I sleep for sleep’s sake,

That small area of an itching heel, starts blazing

And like any fire it will not cease without full attention and effort

Without wakefulness

And I cannot stand prolonged

stillness in the light of day

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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