Falling Fast
It's always these times in my life when I feel the darkness surround me and dread over-whelms. I feel like I am dying- or at least the only part of myself that I love. Freedom devoured in the hours of a work day.
God I hate work. Not that I'm lazy.... Actually I'm bored. I hate hourly wage- why can't I excel, get the job done fast and leave early? No I must stay, with, and rot away a short prison term of 8 hours. I can't keep doing this, I won't keep doing this. 40 hours of my life away from happiness, my family, my hopes and dreams a week. The over all crushing nature of the disease- total annihilation of my soul.
Some would say I'm being over-dramatic, but I'm opening my heart and showing you the feeling I honestly feel ever day of my life at work. I cannot escape.
Then there's the confusion of who or what I am, followed by the sense that this is some divine punishment and I am truly hopeless.
Even after the seconds turn to hours and the hours feel like days and I am let free.... The disease stays with me. Forever plaguing me and tears run down my face.
Disability, or death, I will find another job, one with more pay, less hours or more freedom. If I fail, I quit
God I hate work. Not that I'm lazy.... Actually I'm bored. I hate hourly wage- why can't I excel, get the job done fast and leave early? No I must stay, with, and rot away a short prison term of 8 hours. I can't keep doing this, I won't keep doing this. 40 hours of my life away from happiness, my family, my hopes and dreams a week. The over all crushing nature of the disease- total annihilation of my soul.
Some would say I'm being over-dramatic, but I'm opening my heart and showing you the feeling I honestly feel ever day of my life at work. I cannot escape.
Then there's the confusion of who or what I am, followed by the sense that this is some divine punishment and I am truly hopeless.
Even after the seconds turn to hours and the hours feel like days and I am let free.... The disease stays with me. Forever plaguing me and tears run down my face.
Disability, or death, I will find another job, one with more pay, less hours or more freedom. If I fail, I quit