Nights Bleeds Into Days Poem by Tebogo Teddy

The days of fantasy,
Comes with the nights of reality.
When days bleeds with caution.
The nights pour all its weight on me.
When my days bleeds into nights it's a norm,
When my nights bleeds into days I fear the worst that could happen.
The beauty of sunset comes with the shadows of darkness.
When the sunrise I hope for a better day.
Day reassuring me a better night.
Same night had me seeking for a day, midnight.
As I see the crumbs of the night during the day, I continue diving into fantasy.
I pledge to the day to solitude at night.
I enlighten my nights with the thoughts of my better days.
There's no harmony between nights and days.
The greed of night interefers with the day,
My purpose is to serve the two without interfering.
The authority the nights holds over me is enormous.
Days started to feel like privilege.
Pain is when you pretend to enjoy the shadows of the nights,
I wonder how would a day between day and night would feel?
Would it last longer?
Would it come with harmony?
Or would it just be ordinary?
The courage within keeps me going.
My days and nights are typical.
So I worry no more about what the day or nights holds for me.
My life will not be defined by days or nights but by what I want it to define me as.

CHEERS TO BOTH DAY AND NIGHT.