Somehow Glorious

Today I am uninspired
My knees are weak, my eyes are tired
The week’s been long, the nights too short
I am all spent, what’s left is naught.
It’s surely closing in on me,
That monster we call apathy
With duvet tongue and mattress jaw
I can’t fight it any more
Swallow me whole, leave none of me out
There is nothing left to talk about.

But wait! What’s this! The monster frowns
From deep beneath its robe and gowns
A rumbling comes a deep bass groan
Stop a minute! Hold the phone!
I emerge, burst forth victorious
Not quite refreshed but somehow glorious.

For Triona,
Get well soon.

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