Glytch, Itch, Witch, Switch, Twitch

Sometimes I muse that life can be a *itch When every prospect seems of rosy hue From cerulean sky a fatal glitch Precipitates its mischief; then I rue That naive expectation of a child On whom Dame fortune yet has only smiled Then something in my skin begins to itch In parts inviolate to ease of scratch And paranoia whispers: “‘tis the Witch Who cast her evil influence, to hatch Black parasites that burrow in my brain Contaminate all thought, implant a bane” Should this dark image linger unrelieved Or might a metaphorical light switch Restore a life where hope may be conceived So cradled safe and calm, with ne’er a twitch Neath skies with butterflies where bluebirds sing Believe that? Chance you’ll believe - anything Date your poem written: 10 October 2019 Contest where Not Placed: Itch witch glitch or twitch DATE CONTEST WHERE NA'D WAS JUDGED: 1 Nov.2019 Writing Challenge - December - Any poem NA'd in November 2019 Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode