Dry it out

Damn it,
Damn it,
Damn it,
Dang.

This mist behind

my eyes is starting
to get annoying.
It’s making things blurry.

When the world is blurry

it gets frustrating,
when it gets frustrating
I swear.

When I swear I feel angry

and angry eyes squint,
squinting makes me look
old.

When I feel old, I feel tired

and I want to sleep,
sleeping leads to dreams which
tugs at my imagination.

My imagination gets riled,

gets the better of me,
gets me misty, and
everything starts over again.

Silly,
sexy,
dangerous,
aggravating. 
Misty.

Damn it,

Damn it,
Damn it,
Dang.