INSECTS (a sketchy February)

I feel the itching around my heart,
some days it makes me want to split open apart.
Lately, I feel the crawling in my neck,
like I am so much trouble to you, a piece of wreck.
I never forget that emotions are like insects
they come with some special effects.

Yes, the pain travels to my head
and I wake up feeling my sun is dead.
Your trouble hovers around my deeds
and worry is what my mind does know how to feed.
I am broken enough for these insects to trail
a piece of sugar all the ants can tail.

I feel their legs itching my skin
they become a bother, a trouble too keen
Yes! These trouble are insects too
if they don’t leave, my thorax will feel blue

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  • Reply Midah February 2, 2020 at 10:41 pm


    • Reply Ruddapoet February 5, 2020 at 6:50 pm

      Thank you sir

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