Kenn's Book Of Poems

Burnout

Feeling tired and uneasy,
my legs and arms feel heavy.
My brain hurts and my mind is tired,
although I have to continue if I don't want to be fired.

Draw, write, post, repeat.
My mind and body are calling defeat.
I need to change and I need to let it go,
but it's not going to be wrapped in a tight bow.

Tears are falling and the headache hurts,
this and the heartbreak is making me go berserk.
I'm going through too much too fast,
and I can't even change the past.

It's late at night or early in the morning,
I can't even tell between all the mourning.
Of course my conscience is to blame,
but I know people around me don't feel the same.

I feel empty and broken inside,
my body is tired and my mind is fried.
I have moved too fast to only go slow,
but the thought in my head, I'm not ready to let go.

I have to try harder,
I have to get done faster.
People are waiting on me,
and I know how upset they can be.

I can look in the mirror and see the damage,
it's so bad it can't even be fixed with a bandage.
I can't call it quits and I can't give up,
I just need water to drip into the cup.

I'm just a simple burn out,
my thoughts of my mind are turning into a drought.
But of course what is this simple burnout to do,
leave it on the path for themselves to pursue.