Mitchell Griswold Poet Rhyme

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Ecezma

Eczema
by M. Griswold
03162020

I have a fire raging beneath my skin.
It's itchy and red, burning from within.
From hands to fingers, feet to toes.
The heat is extreme and ever grows.

It's color is red in hue and is bumpy too.
Until scratched then turns a bloody rue.
It's bumps now broken to ooze and flow.
Which causes this thing to steadily grow.

The Doctors given me pills and creams
to aid my skin in it's horrid screams.
But alas, to no avail with little relief.
It persists within my miserable grief.

Again to the Doctors I go for curing aid.
He tells me " There is no cure I'm afraid."
So what can I do, I am going insane.
I feel this thing has engulfed my brain.

To continue on this same course I must.
Until I become a hideous, scabby crust.
Eczema it seems will be the death of me.
Unless God takes pity and sets me free.

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Jo Chamberlain May 9, 2022 at 2:41 PM I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to constantly feel itchy. I do have eczema on my head, but luckily no where else. I enjoyed your poem. Very informative.