The stage is set, curtains ready to drop
For it’s a tired heart that needs its rest.
I lay my head on the pillow that never dries,
Wishing on stars, I won’t have to wake.
Priding myself on putting my soul into whatever I did,
Any second thoughts or diversions did quell
So much of myself I gave away in everything I created,
All left of me now is the hole of the empty shell.
Like, broken glass, pieces of me are strewn about,
Trying to pick myself up, I pierce myself again.
Like a rainforest struck with drought,
Wishing every living moment for rain.
Fleetingly, caressing the soul, the days go by fast.
Looking back, there sure was a life that was packed
The haunting echoes of laughter from days in the past,
As I lay here, pulling the strength to play the last act.
