it itches and
burns like a rash,
and aggravates me
far too much for me
to make it sound
more poetic
than one
it covers me,
an ugly, annoying,
large as life rash
my mother claims
that wanting something
is not an emotion
but an action
i disagree, because
this washes over me
in waves of distress,
a tangible feeling
that cannot be
described as
anything but
wanting something
with every fiber of my being
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poesíabasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
