Some Days

 Some days drag its feet like a marauding

army of sloths

Some days the emptiness is as palpable

as voids cane feel

some days taste like a cocktail of frustration

and bad decisions

some days suck energy as though they were high

power suction machines

that drain blood out its victims – those sadistic days

 

and then those days often appear normal

the sun is as punctual as usual

even when one does not want it to rise

it has the same potential as good days

and they sneak upon you liked skilled predators

and rob of the will to live and the will to even survive

and from that point onwards,

everything is a downward spiral

until you hit rock bottom

those days

 

they say such days only exist in the head

they don’t say it exists in the calendar as well

they don’t say some days are better off inexistent

some days are better of unlived

like the day you were born