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,
K. Aldaya, 8/22/19