Every Inch in me
By Kevin J. Jacobs
Felt through dismay, plaging every inch inside of me.
Reaching out to me, calling my name.
This plague is not what it's cracked up to be.
It spreads through my veins, making its' way to my arm.
But, even through the dismay, I feel no pain.
Anxiety crosses my mind, making me feel dampened like the seasons in May.
It may spread through my veins, but the sickness is not what it's cracked up to be.
This pain is not strong enough to hold me.
Though I feel weakened by this plague, spreading through my veins, and calling my name, this pain isn't the life in me.
Inching its' way inside of me, lack of sleep, making my body grow weak.
This pain may not go away.
But, my happiness makes the pain, fall in shame.