Blistering thoughts torn from a tree.
Stormy tears drip in the sea.
Peeling layers, I skin from me.
***
Ashes to ashes.
Bones to bones.
Whatever I see turns to stone.
***
Rotting inside.
Deteriorating in lies.
Only myself to bring out these cries.
***
Sniffle and sneeze.
I cough up a breeze.
Churning stomach I often do squeeze.
***
A pill overdose.
Won't stop being so close.
Yet the doctors all say.
I'm the cause for this sick day.
***
I'm allergic to me.
I itch and I plea.
Though I do try.
It won't let me be free.
***
Allergy of invention.
I beg you don't mention.
Why I crave this nasty attention.
***
I'm allergic to me.
How can this be?
This deadly allergy.
That's sworn to kill me.
This poem is for ThePoetryClub prompt #9 "Allergic to me" so the rights for the idea goes to them! :)
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Poetry*****E-AWARDS WINNER [Third Place in Poetry]***** A selection of poems created when inspiration was plentiful.... This book is now completed! Started: 2015 Ended:2019
