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
Picture: By: Carolina Heza at Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/0lD4hF1fBv0
I cannot focus.
It’s all a blur.
Waves of lightning crash,
And break the day;
Each flash,
Tears me away.
I cannot ponder.
I feel so sick,..
And tired of this pain.
Help, there is none,
To gain;
I block the sun.
I cannot discern.
Emotions dull.
The mind rejects me,
My soul at war,
Can’t flee,
The fleshy-core.
I am not okay,
Though you won’t know.
Always been with me,
Waiting to stab,
In me…
A hard, swift jab.
My body’s at war.
We are not friends.
It turns against me,
When it is rough;
Leaves me,
In a huff….
Of pulsing-pain—oh, I’ve had enough!
My whole life.
When will the pain be enough?
K. Aldaya 4/26/14
Picture: “Electricity” by Johannes Schlorb: http://www.schloerb.com; http://www.thelivingmoon.com/49electric_universe/04images/Electricity/electricity.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
