I don’t miss you.
I miss what could have been.
If you were different.
If pride hadn’t gotten in the way.
If you hadn’t always been absent.
For even when there,
You were always somewhere else.
There were things more important,
Then family, fondness, and connection.
Life’s flow and time are insignificant,
To those already gone.
K. Aldaya, 2/2/23
Picture: By Daniel Jensen on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/tCyyySlFNZs
I crossed mountains,
To warn of evil,
And you did not even care;
Then made friends with the devil,
And cast me out.
I crossed oceans,
To deliver you,…
To protect you, and to care;
Then you left and never knew,
I was drowning.
I crossed deserts,
To be by your side,
And quench your soul with hope;
And you rolled on as the tide,…
And left me there.
I crossed highways,
To run away to….
Nowhere in particular.
Desperately,…ran from you,…
And you let me.
K. Aldaya, 9/5/21
Picture: By Simon Berger on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/ET6NrIKz7Ak
I place my hands in front of you,
Though you do not see,
And I ask myself,
“Why do I do this to me?”.
I try and cry for sight,
In a world of the blind,
And expect to be seen,…
Out of sight,…out of mind.
I place my hands in front of you,
And you do not even know.
I wished for years to be like you,…
Now I’m just going to go.
K. Aldaya, 8/29/21
Picture: From The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo; https://weheartit.com/entry/328118982
I was not a human,
And you were not a man.
When you took me to hell with you,
I became the cursed, and you, the demon.
Your eyes of flame and ash,
Tore through me as a lash;
And scorched my soul into remnants,
To be coldly discarded as trash.
Your evils became mine,
And my world became thine,
As I begged to God for justice,
You then emerged from the abyss,
Into the sunshine…
On angels’ wings.
K. Aldaya, 7/31/21
Picture: By Matthew Ball on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/dSoR8sLMSIE
How am I supposed to live,
When no one is willing to accept,
The entirety of my soul?
Every piece of me, broken, is swept…
Under the rug. I’ll never be whole.
How am I supposed to feel,
When society calls me a lie?
And says the face is what is real,
And not the inner voices who cry.
How am I supposed to trust,
When there’s no one fighting on my side?
I’ve learned the judge is far less cruel,
When the truth is denied,…and we hide.
I may be insane, yet I’m no fool.
How am I supposed to live,
When condemned,…buried,…forgotten?
One cannot live when they’re not free.
So I spend my days with paper and pen,
Writing my own wistful elegy,…
That no one will understand.
K. Aldaya, 6/21/20
Picture: https://www.inverse.com/article/7543-how-do-you-die-when-you-re-buried-alive
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 