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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