a day

here morning light
caving in those breathless night
second guessing to put up a fight
thought nothing comes out bright

there afternoon strike
filling her soul with spike
even if the red fades out
still the past remains a blackout

next in the evening
already frail in between feeling
oh she thought she's whining
and so she wants to keep on winning

then the night comes knocking
the ache she conceals is petrifying
all she hears is people screaming
wanting more and more than she's giving

she accompanies the owl consequently
she is very sure feeling lonely
many claimed love her dearly
but they never are in her reach sadly

dew drops smell so watery
the pools in her eyes made her dreary
to feel normal eating up all dairy
none is done to wipe off the misery

the cycle is almost complete
though she knows she has to compete
coping with the monster living within
so does her innocence wearing thin.