Day saldo

The night has come

And i am lost in the analysis

Of this unsettling working day

With a surprising sun.

The positive balance lasts few seconds

And turns to red

While i am not convinced

And keep examining the past hours.

The night is long

And these thoughts useless.

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Day scars

Tired of wearing my armour,
I rest careless on this wooden chair,
No care for winners or losers
But only for safe guardians
Of the everyday life.
Another day is over
With no fresh scars on my body
But invisible dry marks
Close to the heart.