Day And Night

Day.

Messenger of news.

The soave melody that reminds me of you.

Night.

Sorrow and self-fights.

The horrors of a dream not true - nightmares… obfuscated sights.

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Day.

I look up - see your face.

Like an angel guiding me, showing the path to take.

Night.

Bloody darkness.

I dreamed of myself loveless.

 

Reviews

[David Scott]

Yes, our minds drag us around sometimes like a rag doll through mud puddles...
I guess it helps us to enjoy the contrasting states, but I wonder if we can manage our state even when all around us the conditions are changing?
Until then we must suffer the back and forth of the tides of life.
Interesting and emotionally profound write. You got me right in the middle of the thought with your here. Well done.

[GZ]

Sorry for the late answer. Well we people try our best to adapt to changing surroundings but most of the times adapting requires some kind of change. Thanks for your kind review. :)