Dull

A special kind of weariness

Not CRT strained bleariness

Nor muscular endorphins burned

Nor periodic table learned

I am out of my element

No one wants to hear my lament

Dull as dishwater full of plates

Autopilot communicates

Palette of feeling overworked

Brown sludge! My act's been Captain Kirked!

My page cannot reveal or turn

In careless darkness slowly burn

Is this respite the price I pay?

For sweet emotions every way?

Or am I flotsam stuck in mire?

Awaiting tides to toss and tire...