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Burnout

An invisible exhaustion,

an impossible mountain.

It clutches your mind, it squeezes your heart,

it fills your chest with tar.

A burning flame without smoke,

a weariness without pain.

Even through a looking glass,

it may not be visible.

It tears, it munches, it gnaws.

A suffocation unlike others,

not of vacuum of water.

A soul-burning void, unparalleled.

It builds and builds,

sometimes visible to the heart,

other times only when it starts.

It robs, it denies, it crushes,

the desire to move forward.

Chains of metaphor,

bounds one physically.

“Non-negotiable!” it exclaims,

as it plants you before a wall.

You stare, you scream, you wrestle,

but the struggle is its feed.

With your limbs pinned,

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and your mouth stripped,

it opens your chest,

to fill it with cement.

A fire lit within your soul,

for you wish to move but cannot do so.

A limit before you break,

but a limit that frustrates.

Rest, but unwilling so,

as the clock ticks on.

The world waits for no one,

and no one waits for you.

A sign of imminent danger,

a caution to reevaluate.

For it did not emerge from the aether,

nor did it leave no trace behind.

A closer examination, it suggests,

not an obstacle to annoy.

Irritation, the language of all beings,

for when only it is spoken do you listen.

What brings it comfort?

What provides it peace?

It is not urging, my friend,

but a stress decrease.

It irks the impatient,

it upsets the blind.

It draws the lights,

and shows the line.

A moment of serenity,

one due in time,

will show the path,

to a better life.

Alas, one must heed its message,

one etched in your heart and mind.

It is no malevolent spirit,

nor is it an antagonist.

Unkind, it may be,

but aid, it undoubtedly is.

One may resent, one may spit,

but discomfort is the mark of disrepair.

A break, if needed; a chat, if available.

To see the sky, and smell the roses.

The method varies,

but the end converges.

The road may be long,

but strolling through time,

and not sprinting through it,

will surely bring peace.

So, permit yourself to rest.

No matter how long, no matter how fraught,

should you persist, remaining steadfast,

your effort shall bear a fruit of unparalleled delight.