Burnout

Abecedarian poem

Another month passes. Burnout settles in. Capacity reached. I feel Detached, depleted, Exhausted. Feeling everything and nothing. Gutted. Hibernation sucks, I am bored. Just putting one foot in front of the other, coasting. Off Kilter. Lifeless. Melancholy. Numb. Overwhelmed. Prolonged stress taking its toll. Quarantined-out. Must find new ways to Renew. Sinking. Tapped out. Uninspired. Vacillating between sadness and indifference. Weeks unending. X-words are hard to find when you’re this uninspired. Yearning for normalcy, and above all, beyond Zoomed-out.

The abecedarian poem is an ancient poetic form guided by alphabetical order.