The Play

I watch this life, this play of regrets.
Sloshing through mires, the gravity intense.
Spoken in harshness or quiet reverie,
I am entwined in the rushing of reality.

My words jumble and protest the entirety of nothing.
Knowing the intensity, but not quite reaching.
And from out of the puzzle, is the wonder of something.
Feeling the slap of life, while watching intimacy breaching.

The play carries on in it's loud parody.
The characters dance wildly to unheard rhapsody.
I sit watching, my heart beating, words jumbling,
My journey intense and my soul unfurling.

© Riala