560. Untouchable

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

547. To Deity Absent

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My rage can not be quelled,

By the pen, or by the sword.

Where only injustice has dwelled,

There can be no accord.

I saw someone murdered.

The murderer got away.

I was tortured, and no one cared,…

And have nothing to say.

People praise criminals,

While victims are forgotten.

Putting them onto pedestals,…

The guilty, and rotten.

So, my rage can not be quelled,

By the sword, or by the pen.

Where only injustice has dwelled,

Justice is a lie *Amen*

K. Aldaya, 6/12/21

Picture: From The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo; https://wifflegif.com/gifs/354582-the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo-gif

400. Brother Dear, Don’t Leave Me Here

Brother dear, don’t leave me here.

It’s lonely in this closet.

Sister dear, I fear…I fear,

The harms which men commit.

Sister dear, don’t leave me here.

It’s lonely in this room.

Brother dear, I fear…I fear,

This life will be my tomb.

Brother dear, don’t leave me here.

It’s lonely in my mind.

Sister dear, I fear…I fear,

I’ll one day lose my mind.

Sister dear, don’t leave me here,

It’s lonely without you.

Brother dear, I fear…I fear,

The past we can’t undo.

K. Aldaya, 6/22/17

Picture: From Pinterest; http://weheartit.com/entry/27044263

256. The Silence of the Birds

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Here I am so lonely.

No one really cares.

I’m just out here surviving.

Why is it no one dares?

To talk to me, or know,

Who I am or long to be?

Or simply say hello,

When they walk on by me?

I’m tired of surviving,

Of doing the right things.

Of saying hello and smiling;

For me, no one does these things.

And yet, they are so simple;

I do them every day.

Though I doubt yet one would call to me,

If I were to walk away.

If I turned and walked,

Up the stairs some more.

And to the top emerged.

And loudly closed the door.

And walked slowly each step…

Tip-tap with the clock.

And softly closed my eyes.

Pondering the tick and tock.

And as the wind,

From the North,

A cold and icy thing,…

Blew, I would step forth,

—-No more to sing.

K. Aldaya, 1/19/14

Picture:  “Girl on the Edge” by Tom Ryaboi: http://www.tomryaboi.com/; http://camyx.com/exposure/2013/11/tom-ryaboi-atop-skyscrapers/