I have the urge to re-hash old poems
that speak of such quiet moroseness
as has returned to me
with due reason
in all seriousness
and absurdity
this calm thoughtful melancholy
tempered by sense; my covered gloom.
wise to the uselessness of indulgence
of such a humour, I dampen the response
I would have wallowed
if logic didn't sneer
there's something comforting though
in the allowance of some benevolent commiseration
towards myself
for such serene despondence
to search for a hyperbolic verse
that will amuse
and console.
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