A Scent Of Something New Poem by A.B. Black Waltz

Even if my eyes are closed
I hear the rain again
Hear it outside my bedroom
My room turns cooler than it was
I still don’t want to open my eyes

Eyelids still heavy; I still feel drowsy
I can’t smell anything
Stupid clogged nose, so stupid
I can’t smell anything
Even the pungent scent of wet soil

I feel sick, I really feel sick
But still I have to go to school
My throat is itchy
If only I could scratch it with my hand
Just to stop the itch; the damn itch

I open up my eyes; sight blurred
I still had to get used to the dark
Can’t see anything right
My clogged nose and itchy throat
I still feel so sick right now

The cool weather is stopping me
As the rain slowly stops from falling
I still have my itchy throat
But I can already smell not only the wet soil
Also other things that seemed new to me