I have nothing to say to you,
I’m stronger on my own.
I don’t need anything from you.
I prefer to be alone.
Humans usually want something;
They, are rarely selfless,
And I do not have anything…
To give up, so it’s useless.
I can appreciate some things,
Provided by the pack,
But the bite of betrayal stings,
And I’ve learned from each attack,
That I can not depend on you,
And I’ve got my own back.
K. Aldaya, 2/16/22
Gif: From Black Widow; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/492862752980525627/
Foggy and groggy.
The day is,
Unsure; a blur.
Will the light stir,
And wake me?
Laggy and saggy.
The mind is,
Weary; dreary…
Seconds: leery,…
Of the time.
Sleepy and weepy.
The heart is,
Frigid, and hid,…
Inside, amid,…
The silence.
Broken; unspoken.
The soul is,
Hiding; residing,
In depths abiding,…
With the past.
Complex, the apex,
Of living is.
To thrive, alive,
Through death we strive,…
To find hope.
Detached and snatched.
The day is,
So near. Not here.
Will it appear,
And wake me,..
From this frozen sphere,…of fear?
K. Aldaya, 3/6/14
Picture: By: Hiroko Matsubara: http://www.hirokomatsubara.com; http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/c2/29/77/c22977e4ecef54f85dd0aa1b6114bd4a.jpg
Fervent suspicions line contagious, deprecating slums;
Swelling with rubbled-craftsmanship which succumbs,
To the infiltrations of vermin scums.
O’ look to the eve stars for consolations unfounded,
For with destructions you’re wholly surrounded.
Behold Elysiums’ fresh ungrounded.
Make no cares of sound cries or lamentations with a boom.
Seek to establish a constructive, safe resume,
Completing this seemingly endless exhume.
Deep queries vex and disintegrate bricks of fortitude.
Why is it wrong Lord to have and want certitude?
Walls gone: struck down before constructions intrude.
A dilapidated domicile of firm dejection…
Stars speak of myriad stores of protection;
A clear and obvious disconnection.
K. Aldaya, 3/2/05
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
