In depth and breadth the soul resides,
Within a bloody cell.
Etching secrets into skin;
For there’s no one else to tell.
A universe is trapped there,
Within a body’s walls;
And pain and joy are referenced,
From their calligraphic scrawls.
K. Aldaya, 2/23/16
Empty thoughts fill an empty mind,
Traversing through the night blind.
Life behind.
Every thought has been thought before,
There ain’t room for anymore.
Lost hencefor’.
Never will a prisoner find a cell,
Which like a mind works so well.
A lifes’ hell!
K. Aldaya, 10/24/04
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 