Humanity used and hurt me for it’s gain,
And when I cried out in pain,
It consumed my voice.
Fear and suspicion pervaded all the stars.
They claimed “theirs”, of what was ours,
And eclipsed the sun.
Now I pine in this interstellar darkness,
Writing on of my distress,
And though it may be useless,…
Send it into space.
K. Aldaya, 11/15/21
Picture: By Adrian Gaede on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/ddwLvLf-7ao
I cannot sleep. I can’t escape,
The prison of my heart.
The warden holds his keys to me,
Yet I can’t run from my heart,
No matter how much it torments me.
I cannot rest. I dream of you.
My soul’s afflicted by your voice.
Your presence punishes my flesh.
Ah, the warden knows there is no choice…
All men are prisoners of the flesh.
I cannot leave. I can’t escape,
These walls of blood and flesh.
The world is built upon our cells,
Of passion and distress.
For there are no heavens or hells…
Only us.
K. Aldaya, 9/1/16
Picture: from Vampire Diaries; http://www.melty.es/the-originals/photos/
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 