ItchingA Poem by Alene ParrItching to get out of Its skin But it’s stuck Inside Squirming and writhing To no rhythm in particular And it waits For an opportunity There’s one But it’s gone And another goes by too And nothing is really The way it should be © 2013 Alene ParrReviews
|
Stats
332 Views
7 Reviews Added on December 23, 2013 Last Updated on December 23, 2013 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|