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.