Dulling

Pick me up

Put me down

Put me out again

I’m familiar with the deal

I know I’ll yield the shorter end

Send me up the river, adrift without a paddle

Leave me with the burden

With the weight, I am saddled

Run me aground and leave me there in pieces

It’s only hurt

Of late, I hardly feel it

So dulled is the world

Senses spent against the waves and rocks to which I’m hurled

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