It's All In My Head

My throat is raw, my nose is numb,

My eyes are red like fire. 

The grinding gears inside my ears

Ring like a demon choir. 

I'm clogged completely, through and through,

Yet leaking all the same. 

My forceful wheezes, hacks, and sneezes

Make typhoons seem tame. 

The pounding of my sinuses

Is like the ocean's roar. 

My neck complains with pains and strains

To choke a dinosaur. 

I hold my head, and in my bed

I know I should have stayed. 

Next year I'll skip the 

"Festival of Allergens Parade!"