Day Night and all between it ...

Day Night and all between it ...

There are Days......

There are days I live in vacuums
then there are days I suffocate in it
there are days I believe the illusions
only to discern it was another trick

There are days I believed I was loved
then there are days with a slap onto my face
there are days I just hoped
only to have it all shattered all away

There are days I held it all figured
then there are days with no resolve
there are days I am unaccompanied
only to know how lonely it will always remain

There are days I did try to give it my all
then are days which exposed how worthless it was
there are days I care to much for all
only to be thought through as a toy willed at wish

Then there are nights...................

There are nights I was delusional
then there are nights it hit me hard
there are nights I craved to be more still
only to know I was not even a speck

there are nights I thought finally I’ll be free
then there are nights I was strangled
there are nights I was on my will a whore
only to know I will nothing more ever

there are nights I want nothing more than to doze
then there are nights tears assure I don’t
there are nights I wish to be loved by one
only to know I never will be

there are nights I get a call I beam at a tad
then there are nights calls all have ulterior motives
there are nights I wish somebody cared
only to know it’s a fantasy that never will come true

In middle of days and nights I have a space , where I cease to exist.

In the non-existence I blow a whistle
a whistle to stop the wagon,
the burden increased far too much
hoping he will hear soon and call a stop. 

-khushi