Itchy
I've never been this itchy before
can't breath
can't sit still
fidgeting
trying to break free from my skin
I can sense the annoying feeling of unrest
in my chest
begging to be set free
I want more
whatever is coming
I can sense it
My anticipation is awfully annoying
it hurts.
This itchy feeling in my chest.
This never ending unrest
this itch in my chest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem