Stress And Worry ~ Screams And Shouts Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

I inwardly scream, and I do squirm,
As the itch does linger for a further term,
On my body racked with the Shingles’ Itch,
And the pain which makes my nerves twitch.

I inwardly cuss and scream and shout,
Thankfully the words are not spoken out,
From early morn until the night,
As if centipedes are walking out of sight.

From my spine along my torso bare,
Towards my midline with Shingles there,
When clothes do touch those areas fraught,
They itch and pain me, ~ leave me distraught.

The Body created by HIM On High,
With defence mechanisms exquisite are,
But, why so much pain must I endure,
Before the area is mended with a cure.

I should not mind if it were my fault,
If I had done something that was wrong,
But Shingles is caused by Stress and Worry,
The pain will linger ~ the cure’ll not hurry.

© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 27 February 2006