Write Itch

Write Itch His eyes were killer red. If I don't get him killed, tomorrow will. A bird of prey in a gilded cage. I relate to this you describe. A leaden feeling is my animal familiar. Used that in my own writing on topics like this. How can you do anything right? You did the poem, that's a 'right' thing. And fight? Again this poem is a victory in that fight against depression. Out of darkness comes creativity. You must keep writing. There's thanks on sharing. I've done dozens of such poems over the years. Life isn't always 'a bed of roses'. Question is, would we want it to be? To itch a scratch or scratch an itch? Use a mallet.