As the world crumbles,
So do we.
We are but victims of gravity…
Held down by outside forces.
We try our utmost,
And fight on,
Through each dark night, to get to the dawn…
Despite our insignificance.
As the planet turns,
So do we.
We are but victims of gravity…
Bound by corporeal law.
Digging tunnels leading nowhere…
Circling back in futile despair.
K. Aldaya, 5/29/21
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The mind is a prison,
And it’s always the same.
Nowhere to go to,
And an air of shame,
Floats right on through;
While the doors remain locked,
And darkness protrudes,
‘Til life only exists,
In despondent attitudes,…
And the outside exits.
No one will save us.
This is a life sentence,
Where no matter how you try,
You won’t receive penance,
At least not ’til you die.
A prisoner to the end,
There is no refuge in or out.
It’s either solitude and darkness,
Or the freedom of chaos and self-doubt;
For a day,..an hour,…maybe less.
The mind is a prison,
And it’s always been this way,
And the outside world, the only place to get away.
……………..*Running a prisoner trace*……………..
K. Aldaya, 1/31/21
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How am I supposed to live,
When no one is willing to accept,
The entirety of my soul?
Every piece of me, broken, is swept…
Under the rug. I’ll never be whole.
How am I supposed to feel,
When society calls me a lie?
And says the face is what is real,
And not the inner voices who cry.
How am I supposed to trust,
When there’s no one fighting on my side?
I’ve learned the judge is far less cruel,
When the truth is denied,…and we hide.
I may be insane, yet I’m no fool.
How am I supposed to live,
When condemned,…buried,…forgotten?
One cannot live when they’re not free.
So I spend my days with paper and pen,
Writing my own wistful elegy,…
That no one will understand.
K. Aldaya, 6/21/20
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In the fields of youth I wandered alone,
Through the veil of night, in search of home;
And though time passes forgetting today,
I’ve still found no place to stay.
Fall comes again, yet never left;
And the ghosts’ whispers leave me bereft.
I am still alive, though dead.
Tell me: Where is the past to rest it’s head?
I walk among the falling leaves.
Every tree cries out and grieves,
For what is gone may ne’er return,
And what is known we can’t unlearn.
In the fields of youth I wander alone,
Through the veil of night, in search of home.
Time left me and will ne’er reappear.
Now I’m a ghost, yet I am still here…
Eternally haunting the present;
And no one notices that I’m absent.
So I wander alone looking for home.
I am a child, though my body is grown.
Time keeps on moving forgetting today.
Yesterday’s gone, and there’s no place to stay.
K. Aldaya, 10/6/19
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Monkey swing across the bars.
Monkey see. Monkey do.
You are but one tiny speck,
Inside a cosmic zoo.
Play the part and socialize.
Be the best you can be;
As long as you don’t mope ’bout,
Or wish that you were free.
Entertain. Live and fit-in.
Walk in rounds ’til you’re sick.
Don’t wonder ’bout breaking out.
Fighting instinct’s tragic!
Monkey swing across the bars.
Monkey blind. Monkey sad.
If you’re mere biology,
Existing should make you glad.
Monkey swing…
…Monkey fall.
K. Aldaya, 9/11/19
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