Days Of Malaise

There are days

Which I find myself

Wondering

Why bother?

Knowing

I'll be heading back

To the warmth

Of my bed

Anyways.

Attempting to

Sleep away

My existence

With depression

As my companion.

Doing the minimum

To be considered

Still alive

By the cats.

Caring not

About the world

Outside of my bedroom.

Except

It exists.