Sink Drip Lesson

The sink leaks, a slow, relentless drop,

filling the bucket, never seeming to stop.

I'm on my back, wrench in hand, all thumbs,

feeling useless, like the bad news comes.

It takes me back, to that beige room,

the boss's face, a sudden, cold gloom.

'We're letting you go,' a phrase so neat,

but it felt like someone kicked my feet.

And I learned then, that the ground beneath

can just open up, steal your breath,

and leave you with nothing but a fall.

No matter how hard you try to stand tall.

Just this drip, drip, drip, a steady, hollow sound,

reminding you of ground that's come undone.