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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Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
A busy little brain,
Inside the head,
Can drive a man insane.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
A word is just a word,…
Though,…repeated…
Begins to sound absurd.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
There’s no rest from the roar.
Ev’ry voice speaks,
And there is an encore.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The armies rise up strong…
Time for the war,
And it’s sure to be long.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
A busy little brain,
Trapped in the head,
Can drive a man insane.
K. Aldaya, 7/1/22
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As we grow older, we wonder,
What was all of it for?
Is there some rhyme or reason,
For all that comes before?
Astute men throughout the ages,
Have made many a claim;
Though what’s the use in guessing,
When no one’s lived the same?
Are experiences naught more,
Than sense and memory?
Which float and flutter inside,
‘Til souls, from the world, flee?
Will anything be learned or changed?
Will all we are be lost?
If all that pain was for nothing,
Was it not then, too high a cost?
As we grow older, we wonder,
What was all of it for?
Is there some rhyme of reason,
For all that comes before?
Though ev’rything has it’s season,
Aren’t we left as incomplete lore?
When here on earth there is no road,
That leads through another soul’s door?
K. Aldaya, 1/13/22
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The wave, it washes o’er,
And pulls me out to sea,
Yet how can I swim away?
When the ocean is me?
I can not stop the flow,
Of thoughts through synapses;
Nor the depths therein which drown…
Moments in lapses…
…Of consciousness.
K. Aldaya, 5/20/21
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For me, life is a problem which needs to be solved.
A mistake which needs righting.
A misstep to be resolved.
Howe’er it seems the rest of the world can’t agree,
On whether I’m sleep deprived,
Or am simply crazy.
Whatever is said, I can not help how I feel.
I wish I could be content,
And accept the appeal.
Yet to me, it all feels wrong, damaged, and bizarre.
A puzzle missing pieces.
A beauty with a scar.
A scar: I can’t ignore the pain inflicted there.
Maybe that makes me crazy,
But I can not help but care.
Life is a problem that I want to figure out,
Though no matter how much thought,
I am only left with doubt.
For there is no solution. No answer to right…
The wrongs of existence,
Or bring meaning to light.
Life: It is a problem which needs to be solved, for me,
To be able to get some sleep at night;
So rather, I write on tirelessly,
For insight.
K. Aldaya, 8/22/19
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 