The Playwright Poem by C.R. Ebowski

A thought slowly crawls through my mind
A lecture of what has been and what will be
A final rehearsal of my worst dreams
An actor on the stage ad libbing to my life

I’ve seen this play too many times to be impressed
By the conjures and grandstanding
There will be no applause from my seat
All I would wish for is a happy ending to this misfortune

But the crowd seems pleased by the tragedy
Another unhappy ending to a life dreamed
But this is not a major production play
This is my defective existence

From four rows back I will await judgment
Another dynamic chapter to life’s book
But I cannot see past the orchestra
Will my character be demanded for another reprieve

Will my life be saved?