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Poem: Ash

Burnout, exhaustion, fatigue, depletion

I can’t do anything and can’t find a reason

Never-ending, always new, assignments incessant 

I just don’t feel present


I’m not here, I’m just holed away

Reading at the desk, another long day

I have so much to do, but no time at all

I’m burnt out, like ash, and I feel so small


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