The Real Reason I Left Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I went into the staff room 
on my break.
I opened up the 'fridge and 
got inside.
The door slammed shut. 
That made the bottles shake.
Good sign at least,
the light stayed on. 
I tried but failed 
to find a latch. 
I thought:  
“Cold trap!
To yell 
would use up all the air in here.
To sleep 
I might not wake or
I could tap in hope 
that someone, sometime 
just might hear.”
I woke without a scream 
but wet with sweat.
The trap was not my job
but my despair of doing 
what I someday might regret.
To get such good advice in life 
is rare.
I faced a truth 
I never would admit. 
With no excuse 
I said,
'I have to quit.'