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
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...
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