I wrote this poem while under the influence of both Zyrtec and Benadryl, which I hoped would help me survive this year’s Fall pollen season. The suffering I go through every Fall (and Spring) feels like a curse.

Days and days, filled with haze
Blunting thought and clouding gaze

Pollen spewing weeds and trees
Slowly, slowly, poison me

Dose of diphenhydramine
Taken with cetirizine

Temporary remedy
Shadow creatures now I see

When the pollen reaches nine
I am itching all the time

Pollen count of ten releases
All coherent thinking ceases

Cursed with Allergies is a post written by Jen Thorpe on Book of Jen and is not allowed to be copied to other sites.

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