Tired Eyes.

There’s a burning in my eyes and I can’t manage to rub it out. No matter how hard I dig my knuckles in.

It runs deep beneath my lids to rest behind my sockets, and I think it knows I cannot reach it there. The itch tingles like hot daggers across flesh – the only thing absent is the smell of signed skin, which is relieving.

Maybe its my lack of sleep catching up, or the slow build of tears, but resting only worsens the ache when for I wake, and my tears run dry long before any relief reaches me.

I think it is worse, the burn, when soothing tears stop before the feeling fully dislodges itself.

My tears come and go in unpredictable waves, and often I find myself making do with half-comforts. I’ve been using ice packs as pain relief for a while now.

I don‘t remember when the ache in my eyes began; if it was earlier this day or further past.

I think it was a word. Or maybe a memory, that started it.

Something that called to the deep dark doors sealed within me and broke their locks with the gentle press of a trigger. My defenses are weak, so when that dam broke the flood gates quickly followed.

The initial rush of old emotions didn’t last long, but the though of them lingers within my mind. Thoroughly distracting from all I do.

I wonder how long they will last before being laid to rest. I hope not as long as before.

And I hope the pain in my eyes will leave soon as well. It’s making the blue-light more unbearable than usual.