Susceptibility.
The misanthropic air is everywhere
it comes at me
my crying eyes
internal blocked up everything
are all effected by the sting
Reduced to misery...
I walk across the lawns.
The city gets me just the same...
the fumes bring out the worst
unguarded as I am from them
away from nature, grass or hay
the buses red or grey
drive into me synthetic spores
and chemicals
my tissues swell
from those unfeeling vehicles
with tarmac loving wheels.
In Portugal it is
the summer heat
and dried out land
hovering irritation
dust particles defeat me...
..choke me ...congest..
welling teardrops
in weak eyes.
Susceptibility..
...it is but a small cross that I must bear
But it is there.
Kristine Byrne December 2013