Shying
away from life
Like
the disease I hold within
My
iniquity may never wash away
But
my skin says otherwise
I
feel the pain of my actions
Making
mother-nature flinch
Each
time I let others feel the pinch
My
life is like water
Sometimes
the fountain of youth
And
at other times the bane of my existence
Reason
for living
Yet
the reason unbearable
Giving
in to the lie
My
skin coaxes me
Wielding
a trident on my shoulder
It
coerces me
Spewing
out lava
Through
my nails
Scratching
the surface
Of
what truly exhales
Breathing
out fire
Burning
down forests of care
Forests
of society
That
I so wanted
Yet
it is solace that I seek
In
every scratch
In
every word
Speaking
of an ailment
Ailing
away beneath
Will
it go away?
Or
will it lead to cancer?
Worry
not they say
Worry
not for the future
It
is futile they say
Yet
I beg to differ
Killing
two birds with one stone
Is
what I always do
But
sometimes it is better
Better
to just fly away.
[An exercise in addressing my temperament and my disease.]
A skin condition characterized by the development of severe, intense, prickling-like epidermal itching that is without observable skin lesions and that is evoked by contact with water.
