I step into this wintry day

Desperately trying to keep

Demons and gloom at bay,

Wanting to go back to sleep.


Not saying what I want to say

Knowing it's too deep

I've not always been this way,

I think, try not to weep.


Is this job worth the pay?

I shuffle there like sheep.

Knowing I don't want to stay

And hating what I reap.