"The Itch" - a Poem

Pausing in my kitchen
I know I hear a scratching

It's coming from the back door

The sound it's unrelenting

Pausing for just a moment 

I think that it's now over

But then it starts in again

The sound it is so gnawing

Walking to the front room

I sit down in my chair

I can hear just out the window

Yeah that scratching, it's out there

I know behind the closed drapes

Is that eerie, old cold stare

Waiting for me to come

It wants to come in here

Jumping from my chair

And heading down the hall

I dash up top the stairs

And turn into my bedroom 

I lay there in my bed 

Waiting now for sleep

But scratching at the rooftop

Is the annoying little claw

It only needs a crack to grab

So that it can take hold

And pull me in that black hole

Where it will tear me into shreds

I can curl up into ball

And cry away the pain

But the only thing that stops it

Is your patient company

So I'll ask you one small favor

Please come and sit by me

I need you more than ever

I'll do anything you say

You know the scratches weak spot

You know how to kill it dead

So please once more sit with me

Please get this scratch out of my head