Burnout

You've got the day on you.

Aching bones and overstretched limbs

Unfamiliar scents

And far too familiar voices

Lines from insincere smiles

And sore gums from clenching

Holding back too many words.

You've got the day on you;

Switching off from one mode

And onto another

A regenerating list of things not done

Things undone.

You're becoming undone.

You've got the day on you!

You want to pause

But if you take too many moments

You'll do anything to go back a week

And unsay all the things you needed to say

You wish, so deeply, you didn't feel.

You've got the day on you.

But tomorrow is new

And unpromised.