Leeches
This is What does itch. A leech; Stuck to my skin Feeding upon me. It pains not, It seems unbotherable. But slowly, Eats me. Unconcerned I grow weaker, Finally; Adopted to it. I assume its existence Inevitable, unevicted. Perfectly natural. Tranquilled, oblivious Of my potential, To root it off.. Dated: 7 May,2011