Poem -

Bed Bugs In My Ink

Bed Bugs In My Ink

I think there
areĀ Bed Bugs
in my Ink
as
Something
keeps
itching me
to write

The only
relief
I seem
to get
from this
painful
inflammation
is when
my pen
sets
words
on canvass

Not sure
if a heating
lamp will
kill these
invaders
of my
peace

For now
the only
serum
and ointment
that seems
to do
the trick
is the words
coming
out of my
mind
in creative form

Kinda makes
me understand
how Poe, Lord Byron and Sylvia Plath
ultimately became insane
they all got an overdose
of "Bed Bugs"
in their Ink............................................

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