burnout in the post-modern world

it may be a fur-lined rut, but it's still a rut.

 

Ahead of me lies

Monday . . . the thought of that chills

me, constricts my throat.

Back to the corporate grind,

back to that surreal scene:

that Dali-esque

parody of performance

art, that arrogant

ritual, that zealous array

of eager bright-eyed clones.

I have lost my fire.

I have lost my drive.  I can

only gape and yawn,

doze and nod . . .  and wonder if

I ever really cared at all.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I have lost my fire.

I have lost my drive. I can

only gape and yawn,

doze and nod . . . and wonder if

I ever really cared at all."

It is so boring and meaningless when we get into a rut and the routine grind without fun and passions of fire to set life ablaze all over again. A splendid read and write...:)

[annie lee]

Thanks, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[K. Louis]

I like the honesty in your work..

[annie lee]

Thank you. I'm not into lush, ornate wording.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is tough...hard to read...been there before, each day a grind...each day one to look forward to with dread..

we get in a rut...life makes us stagnant and then that one thing we really love...our writing...that leaves us too...so we feel we are rotting without a theme left to save us.

[annie lee]

Yes, the career I worked so hard for, that I wanted so badly reamed me out until I felt as hollow as one of those nesting babushka dolls. The years as a DOD contractor were the worst; a part of me died there.