Exhaustion of changeless-thoughts,
Memories and emotions,
Which never give the heart room,
To live beyond its’ notions.
Tired of trying to change the rules,
Which were laid before the start,
As there was ne’er and option there,
To reject one’s own heart.
The horrid contradiction,
To hate but have to love,
The one thing that creates the hate,
Though was once destined for love.
K. Aldaya, 11/15/05