Duality of Days

I had a great day then I had a horrible day right after :(

How great�"I thought
For that day was mine to conquer,
I could reach even farther than the stars
I had the greatest life on that day

However, it seems that each great day,
Must be payed off with an even worse one,
Not one piece of excitement was present,
Not one single care was given

This day of mine was my end,
My end of life, my end of soul
I have no purpose now, no meaning,
This day of mine, is mine alone to suffer.

Author's Note

This is my first poem so I really don’t know if I did good or bad.