IN MY HEAD

I am tired.
My eyes - droopy.
Like my limp mind.
I scribble a story.
In my head.
Sentences contrived.
Meanings lost.
Words - Cacophony - Dissonance.
All mere synonyms.
My feelings - yellow.
Jaundiced, I lisp.
Befuddled with phlegm.
Crippled to reason.
Battling shadows within.
A pleasure so vacuous.
A flight so faithless.
Subsist - I don't.
For numeral, I am not.
No word or story.
Just weary.
Very weary.
In my head.

P.S. -- As usual, just an outburst. Written for not even me to comprehend. Prospective employer (wherever you are), please ignore this post :) Thank you.