618. I Once Was a Writer

I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read.

Who wasted their hours,

Alone, in their head.

For years, and years,

I bled out my soul,

Hoping to reach men,

And it took its toll.

I lost too much time,

That can not be returned,

On words unrealized,

And bridges burned.

I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read,

Who spoke the truth,

And left nothing unsaid.

Who wrote endlessly,

Unfelt, and unheard,

In the age of the new…

Unrecognized, and absurd.

For times, they change,

And those such as I,

Are a dying breed,

Under futures’ sky.

Yes, I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read,

Who decided one day,

To live, instead.

K. Aldaya, 8/15/23

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564. Interstellar: Hope Against Hope

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

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557. Noise

It shouldn’t have needed to be said,

If you were going to hear.

Speaking is not hearing,

And silence is not absence,…

I am here.

A thousand upon a thousand words.

Lifetimes of echoing noise,

Drifted away, …unheard.

And I’ve always been waiting,..

Silently, in the noise,…

To be heard.

K. Aldaya, 8/14/21

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512. Forgotten

We’ll never belong anywhere,

‘Cause we were not let in.

The world forgot that we were here,

And left us all alone.

We’ll never get to live or age,

‘Cause time passed long ago.

The world turns another page,

And we’re nothing but a tale…

Another ancient story,

To be told, and then forgot.

For the world says we are history,

And only we know, we are not.

K. Aldaya, 02/25/20

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505. A Pebble

No one has time for me.

They’re too busy living.

They look away and don’t see,

How much that I need them.

It’s too complicated.

Too complex for a quick fix,

And everyone’s jaded,

By instant reward culture.

There is no time to care,

So I’m blamed for my state,

Of hopelessness and despair;

And stepped on as they pass…

Running: So they won’t know,

How deeply they have stomped me,

And how far below,…

I lie in humanities’ dust.

K. Aldaya, 1/7/20

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