Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Agnosthesia

I found a state that I was sure

I suffered and I found it in

The Dictionary of Obscure

Sorrows which filled me with chagrin.

Agnosthesia being this state

Of not knowing why I do feel

So burdened  by unexplained weight,

And staying in bed be the best deal.

My shrink on hearing me pooh poohed

This diagnosis as silly stuff,

Then told me, which I thought was rude,

I was not serious enough.

I went from my shrink's couch instead

And hurried home and went to bed.