Wake Me When It’s Over

Spring for You is not Spring for Me

You Revel in the scents of Flowers, while I Sneeze

You raise your naked Face to the lengthened Light of the Sun, while I Hide beneath a coating of SPF 100

You point out the Beauty and Rebirth of every new Leaf and Bud, while I wallow in the Pain of a thousand pollen Needles embedded in my Sinuses

Spring for you is Not spring for me

I clutch my Wheezing chest and squeeze tight my Watering eyes

Wake me when Winter is come


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National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.

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