My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No.4 ITCH. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)
I like to do these with the, what I call art, images I do, but this week I had to do a Book Review for my LitWorldInterviews site and I just got too tired. Thus, we have only the text.
You took time, with a deadeye aim,
because you saw me scratch an itch,
this wound to my head needs a stitch.
Feel so bad, don’t know my own name.
Not hiding, because there’s no shame.
Get ready for when I get healed,
for your ending will be revealed.
It’s too late when you hear the crack.
That’s when it’s time for some payback.
Then I’ll be carried far afield.
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