Life Played Out

Soul Poetry


Tired, weary, so battered and torn,

Life played out,

And has left me too worn.


Too worn to wonder, to even care,

Why it failed me so much,

And left me empty, there.


I must have misstepped, didn't calculate,

That such utter emptiness...

Would result in this fate.


Now here wide awake, still I am...5 AM,

With pain, loneliness and fear,

My only so-called, 'friends'.


Its like putting on a play, to an audience of none.

As I take my curtain-call,

With the soon-rising sun.


And again it'll met out, just another old day,

That I have to trudge right on through,

And find my own way.






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You do have an audience though far far away

You do have an audience though far far away.Life's daily grind often become unbearable & monotonous.Agreed 100% .Be happy and Peace be with You. Writing for 10 long years and 1113 posts  is no small feat Respected Cathyfaist.



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Thank you so much for such

Thank you so much for such kind words. I appreciate you taking the time to read and reply.

Blessings! :)