A hazy patina coats my eyes,

blurred with the haste of the day

Emotions and ails,

wounds and fails

Everything crossing my way

I lurch with fatigue

And struggle to breathe

Wondering how to get by,

I let out a sigh

and try not to bleed

I stumble through the door,

grateful to sit,

A long days work

Can never be shirked

Until it’s five, and time to quit