The night has fallen around us

And the wind it savagely blows;

A wicked mood is cast upon me,

One from which I cannot go.



Flickering orbs on lamp posts loom,

casting forth a sickly yellow light;

A storm from deep within advances,

And still no hope for me to go.




Heavy leaded clouds drape the sky,

The paving just as dark below;

Such sight it fails to move me,

I cannot and I will not go.


`

Frederick Kesner

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-not-go-ver-2/