A Cure For The Itch

Poem By Roberta James Mitchell

this feeling's been piercing my soul for many years,
it has ripped off all of my emotions,
and it fills my heart in sucha way that there's no room
for any other thing to get in there,
perhaps i should go to teraphy,
that way i might know what this means,
but what happens if they send me to the doctor
and cure my itch?
will i be left empty?

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