I constantly blink
the urge to swipe,
rub and dig. Inside
my moist cornea.
Where I can see
has been disturbed.
Was it dust or pollen
I wasn’t sure, the cause.
But annoyance and
agony strained my sight.
my fingers scrape my lid
and lashes. This frightful
eye isn’t red. Veins are
bulged but they pulsed
in my eye an urge to scratch.
Sun blazes outside, nose
becomes overstuffed.
Tissues save me
every time I
blink or exhale.
No wetness in my
cornea. Only
dry skin and blinking
for ten minutes.
An outer crust
forms.
Nature is an enemy,
not a best friend.
It’s the season
we can’t make amends.
my nose and eyes fear
the touch of the winde,
sun, green, pets.
mucus drips, eyedrops
drip for comfort.
But in two months
I’ll breathe well again,
my eyes will be free
from allergies.
