The Plight

emitted anew, you’d figure that I’d be quite adapted

but no, I create the same mistake

befuddled thoughts enkindled

I’ve curtailed my concentration in the muck

with a flagging hand I grasp with affliction

but there’s nothing lingering at the shore

I have endeavors for cranial submission

my brain demands to clutch the totality of the plight

but all circuits have misfired once more

and it’s nothing unique