Winston's Dog

Every day like gray November
And my brain, a dying ember
As I slowly pace the floor
Winston's dog guards the door


Shades drawn and lights low
Door locked to bar the foe
My dread, now manifest
Winston's dog knows no rest


Gone are things of contentment
As I hide in the basement
Friends and loved ones kept at bay
Winston's dog, he does not stray


Tired of the same old pain
Endlessly circling the drain
Desperate for sleep, I lay awake
Still Winston's dog takes no break


So here I sit, empty and alone
Trapped inside my lovely home
Searching for the elusive key
To make Winston's dog set me free