Poem-A-Day: Day 340

Night Watch: Day Watch

Days blend with nights
and sadly back again,
and somewhere in the midst
some intermittent sleep,
a nap reclassified,
manages to self-sustain
one more day
that blends to nights.

Loss and gains seem similar,
but one always outweighs
the weight of the other,
and then one another
together the two walk,
holding hands and smirking
at the loss
and the gains that seem similar.

And the nights shift to daze,
and the daze becomes similar
the fog that never lifts,
but instead perpetuates,
disseminates itself from clouds
the somehow eclipse
the darkness of the nights
that shift to similar daze.