Sometimes A Spooky Day Poem by Zyw Zywa

The day has overtones
but it breathes heavily in me

I can play with the themes
and bow to the applause

I can sing a counterpart
exhaust me until the evening

but the nights are too short
to recover, I have to

deliberately fling me into
the struggle, whatever comes of it

A day without suffering
is a day wasted

a day of happiness
is heaven on earth

dreamt without eyes and ears
for reality, a spooky day