In a Room with a Roof

The sky outside is bright and clear, Yet my heart is shrouded with tears. Sunlight bathes the distant houses, While smog blankets my soul. I should cherish such rare sunny days, But I'm trapped in this small room, afraid to stray. Looking into the mirror—I see: Unwashed hair, Puffy eyes, A sallow face with a bitter smile, And stacked high on my desk a pile of files. All forging invisible, unbreakable shackles around my feet.