The Itch

Simple glance upon the mirror an echo stirs at something queer?

At first I thought it a smear upon the mirror until I drew all so near.

A closer look a careful stare as I drew near.

A simple twitch upon my nose is all I knew.

Just a twitch, but boy did it itch!

I scratched it light, went on my way with little to say.

Let´s begin this day as any other, but that damn twitch is here to stay!

I scratched at it harder and I spite my nose to make it right!

Why must we fight oh twitch upon my nose?

Heaven knows you´re just a twitch!

Why make such a pitch?

I drew a fit as I grabbed my nose and drew first blood.

Blinded by rage or blood, not knowing which one, I ran for the door.

Down the stairs is all I need to stop the bleed.

First step fine but second the twitch that itched railed me again.

I slapped at it in fury as in a hurry.

Suddenly blurry, the world tumbled and I felt a loud crack up my back.

Laying there still upon the hard cold floor I feel life slipping all because of

the twitch that itched that caused a pitch and now my life is off like a switch.