Of irritation and sunlight

It pricks like a needle

Bounces off like a fly

And stabs like a torn

Once grabbed in a gardners passing by

It's an irritants which

I cannot shake free of

Like a sunburn etched deep

In my once young summer mind

How you know not how

Such a method does grate

How a simple phrasing of the sun

Does blind

I'll let go I let go

And release this squinting sight

Knowing that all I can do now

As myself is be light

Sometimes sunshine can be awfully bright