I walk out the door,
And the cold assails my senses.
The dull gray sheen of the day,
Foretells what it will be.
The monotony of my existence,
Has not failed to slip my notice.
I dread the days,
And long for the blissfulness of sleep.
Alas when sweet sleep does arrive,
I seem to awake from one drudgery,
Into a hellish nightmare of another.
The cycle never breaks,
And the continuity of the madness breaks away at my sanity…
Written by: Josh Snapp
May 11, 2012