Anxiety I feel an itch an incorrigible urge to scrape my skin till blood draws forth No no ..thats lunacy it must be just a crazy thought Moments fleeting by feeling like temporary foreversThis itch still

This poem is for the pillow clutchers, for those looking into the imaginary eyes of the person who fills their mind with sugarplum smiles, for those who have a cannon of dreams ready and waiting to blossom,