First Cut
Again it commences, the scene, inside my head,
Throughout the night and throughout the day
This chaotic drama starts to play;
Once more the curtains open, to bring my dread.
If only I had spoken less, or even more,
Perhaps the beginning would alter the end
Even a cause and effect could bend;
And the results would be a different script-score.
To squeeze out the light, to despair and to cry,
Is the last line in this my theatrical part
There is no pain, like this pain of my injured heart;
And my broken wings hold my dreams as they fly.
"Be Inspired Poetry Contest" Enclosed Rhyme. 06/08/20. sponsor Regina McIntosh.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2020
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