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Beseech
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Sacrosanct Fatigue
Pardon me
Let me breathe rejuvenated.
My task unfinished, must end
My duty, I apprehend
If you touch me with your wand.
Sleep
Sail away please
Seek no anchor on my eyelids
I need to travel into the depths of my soul
To unravel the truth
Of the ozone black hole.
At first I was a bit confused about what your poem was about, but at about the third line I understood. Its amazing how you can turn your feelings of fatigue and tiredness into such a wonderful poem! I don't think your fountain of creativity was harmed at all, it must've overflowed onto this poem