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I use my eyes to see
As anyone else would
I see the colors all around me and the faces of those I love
I love my eyes for they let me see things some can't
Like the expression on your face when you make a mistake
Or the rare smile that you hide
But now my eyes are tired
Dark circles surround them
And my vision is slowly getting duller
The world seems to be turning into a monochrome mess
I couldn't even tell when the red under your eyes
Had turned to the same black as mine
I am no poet, yet I write poems.
I am no writer, yet I write stories.
I am no hippy, yet I believe in world peace.
I am no politician, yet I have my opinions.
I am no god, yet I create.
These allergies are out to **** me
I try to breath but all I do is wheeze

My head is beating like it's being squeezed in a vice
While a herd of horses run wild through my mind

I'm coughing pollen into the breeze
Huffing and puffing with eyes watering

It's no longer funny, my nose keeps on running
As the pills I'm popping end up doing nothing

These allergies are the ones to take all the blame
With a head that's pounding from the sinus pain

My friends no long want to hang out with me
When all I do these days is clear my throat with a sneeze

How many more months of summer are left
Just wake me up for meals I'm going back to bed

All I really need right now is some sort of relief
From the coughing, scratching, sneezing, wheezing of these allergies
 Apr 2015 Angela Celona
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
With everything I ever write
I do not know how not to rhyme
Do not think I have not tried
But never does it feel quite right

Extra time it may take in the search
To set to rhyme the perfect of words
But once that rhyme does occur
It's well worth the pain I had to endure

So right out of the starting block
I take all of the words that I have got
Simple line by line, grueling lot by lot
To never have rhymed, I'm thinking not
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