Tired Of My Life Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

In shadows deep, where weariness resides,
A soul exhausted, where hope subsides.
Constant battles, a weary heart contends,
In a life of discord, where solace bends.

Blame's heavy burden, a weight to bear,
In the ceaseless echoes of despair.
Surroundings stained by life's cruel art,
Yet within the chaos, a tired heart.

Endless feasts, a hollow appetite,
Filling voids, yet still seeking light.
Pleasing all, a tiresome charade,
In the masquerade, the self does fade.

A symphony of noise, a deafening strain,
TV's loud voice, a relentless refrain.
In this cacophony, a tired soul's plea,
For quietude, for a moment to be free.

Amidst the exhaustion, seek a gentle shore,
Where burdens lessen, and spirits restore.
For in the weariness, resilience grows,
And from life's struggles, strength bestows.