Ecezma

Eczema by M. Griswold 03162020 I have a fire raging beneath my skin. It's itchy and red, burning from within. From hands to fingers, feet to toes. The heat is extreme and ever grows. It's color is red in hue and is bumpy too. Until scratched then turns a bloody rue. It's bumps now broken to ooze and flow. Which causes this thing to steadily grow. The Doctors given me pills and creams to aid my skin in it's horrid screams. But alas, to no avail with little relief. It persists within my miserable grief. Again to the Doctors I go for curing aid. He tells me " There is no cure I'm afraid." So what can I do, I am going insane. I feel this thing has engulfed my brain. To continue on this same course I must. Until I become a hideous, scabby crust. Eczema it seems will be the death of me. Unless God takes pity and sets me free.