Today the ax fell...............no more job. The DM was waiting and simply slit the life cord from me within 5 mins.....got up and walked away after wishing me "good luck".


I feel faint,
I look down and stare
for there all around me
is a puddle.

A puddle made up of
self-esteem, self-confidence, and caring.
Of trying, patience and belief
in a world that really doesn't care.

As the feelings seep from my pores
I wonder where I will find the
strength to move, to carry on.
The darkness moves in, capturing
my soul........claiming it for it's own.

This is not life, nor existing.
This is pain and frustration and
constantly worrying about "making do"
with nothing. I can not "make do"
anymore - the motivation and urge is gone.


<font color=blue>If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the Up button.~ Sam Levenson<font color=blue>