Itch

I have an itch
Inside my head
That will not go away
‘Rise at once
And fetch a pen’
It will often say

I comply
With sleepful eyes
Wishing it would go
But I know
Were it to leave
I would be,
In a sense,
Alone

I write my thoughts
I sketch away
Until, at last,
The light of day
Creeps along the hillside
And quiet up the wall
Gently through the window
As eyelids start to fall