I don't know what is this
evil ghost that sits
all afternoon in my chest

It possesses all my will
eating away daffodils
that were thriving in the garden

Until night has come
it weights me down
Anchor and chain
from the heart steams

When the day is gone
and the night lights are on
it finally lifts and I am left free
to roam

This little devil visits me every now and again
bounding me as a ship to some port
daylight blinds me to the point
that only in darkness I can see.
Foggy dew daylight can be.