Simon Ashcroft on Nostr: Skin Deep My mind, insistent, does not accept its rest, but itches, and must scratch; ...

Skin Deep

My mind, insistent,
does not accept its rest, but
itches, and must scratch;
uncontrolled, its skin breaks, and
seeks relief from sharper nails.

Must I ever act
as if insane, diseased, with
self-inflicted wounds?
I need some salve, relief from
these repeated, weeping sores.

I see my madness.
Eczema infects my heart,
and I seek restraint;
sometimes, this itch may abate,
but still waits, to destroy me.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

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