CREEPS
Creeps crawling underneath,
inside my arms, ants and beetles.
Creepy-crawlies grinding teeth.
Feels like pins and needles.
Somatic tensions lurking.
The restless notion of anxiety.
Pills and meditation not working.
Too much of this stressful society.
I try to relax but the creeps won't go.
I guess they like it inside.
They crawl through my skin. Oh no,
I have nowhere to hide.
Creeps crawling underneath,
inside my arms, ants and beetles.
Creepy-crawlies grinding teeth.
Feels like pins and needles.
Poetry by Daybreaker
Read 647 times
Written on 2007-01-28 at 23:35
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
liz munro |
