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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What I used to fear, I now crave.
There is no escape, but for the grave.
The bitterness,…the human plight.
I’m as tired as sleepless night.
I cannot leave,…the night’s not o’er.
I am the moon, and the Earth, the floor.
I hover on high, watch and wait,
‘Til the day time seals my fate.
I will return to dust and light;
Yet until then, I must do what’s right.
I’ve loved too much to spurn my fate.
Sing a lullaby,… it’s getting late.
Go to sleep. There’s not to fear.
And when you wake, please shed no tear.
Within the light, I am still here.
K. Aldaya, 6/17/20
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Speak…No one hears a peep…
Inside myself, I fall asleep;
Tired of trying to explain.
I am but a migraine,
Which hurts too much to think.
Mute…No one cares a hoot…
Inside myself, there’s a dispute.
Screams and wishes to explain;
Yet, no one hears a migraine…
They hurt too much to say.
K. Aldaya, 8/27/19
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11pm, it’s late again.
Time to close your eyes.
No moon in sight to make it light,
Darkness descends and lies.
12am, two hours past ten.
Another day is gone.
You stare at nothing, yet everything,
While deciding which side to rest on.
1am, the hour when…
Your thoughts decide to party:
Dance and drink, and overthink…
Rage and disagree.
2am, you grab a pen,
To silence the noise inside;
Write it out, reread, and doubt…
Which words you should confide.
3am, you drop the pen,
Too tired to think clearly.
There are no words that aren’t cowards,
And cowardice costs dearly.
4am, near dawn again.
The world will soon awake,
And you will stare, lost in despair,
Of the sun you will forsake.
5am, You lie and then…
Fall down deeply into sleep.
Finally at rest, yes, you sleep best,
After you ponder and weep.
K. Aldaya, 1/16/17
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I can’t think,…my brain is failing me.
What do you think? Am I at fault?
My body fails me,….I can’t move it right.
What would you think of me if I just lie on this asphalt?
It’s said control is illusory,
Yet losing control is insanity;
So what would you think if I lie here?
What would you think if I don’t disagree?
If I lie here and let it all go…
If I just stay here, and give up control?
Would it be crazy to stop fighting it?
Would it be crazy to accept no control?
I can’t think,…am I at fault?
Should I keep trying to control illusion,
Or should I just lie here,… on the asphalt?
K. Aldaya, 1/18/16
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 