The Itch
The itch began down on my knee,
And from that spot crawled all over me,
It jumped to my arm,
Then moved safe from all harm,
To that place where all itches be free.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.