I’m so overtired.
I wish I could sleep.
I stare at the ceiling,
And silently weep.
I’m nobody’s worry,
And nobody’s care.
Lifetimes of emotions,
Pull me here and there.
The moon’s even sleeping.
I wish I could too,…
Though life, it is not fair,
And it is not through.
I have many more nights,
To cry on my own;
And far many more days,
‘Fore I can go home.
K. Aldaya, 8/22/22
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Hold fast to today,
For it flits and it flies,
Up on and away…
Into the vast skies,
Of yesterday.
Where all of us go,
When we leave and grieve,
In the long ago,
As writer’s weave,
And stories sew.
K. Aldaya, 8/3/20
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…And step by step all the birds in the sky,…
Fly by…fly by…
…And hour by hour the hands of the clock,…
Tic-tok…tic-tok…
…And day by day, time flies on and away,…
Away…away…
…And year by year there’s death, then birth,…
On Earth…on Earth…
…And why on why, thoughts built on and on,…
Then gone…then gone…
…And step by step all the birds in the sky…
Fly by……..
Fly by………….
K. Aldaya, 2/19/19
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I am an illusion.
What’s seen is not real.
I’m simply a construct,
Of what you think and feel.
I am an illusion,
Of hope and consequence,
Blowing through the universe;
In the absence.
I am an illusion,
Which wishes to be more;
Ever searching for substance,
Where it’s ne’er been found before.
I am an illusion.
Blink and then move on.
I was never really here at all.
Like time, I’m both here…and gone.
K. Aldaya, 3/29/18
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Another night ‘lone I lie,
And drift the vast path of thought.
Oh, how many years wasted?
Wandering endlessly…
Though, always onward led?
Led unto my own demise;
A maze of my own making.
What a waste of life…of time:
So precious…so finite…
Squandered in verse and rhyme.
I am nothing. Never was.
Mortality haunts my brain.
For I know not where to start,
Nor how to find the worth,
In the pleadings of heart.
Will anyone remember?
Or will everyone forget?
This mortal realm where I walked,…
On paths without ending;
Where all alone I talked…
To you.
“Hello”………………………………………………………….”Goodbye”.
K. Aldaya, 11/24/17
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