No lights, no props, to help me be
standing here, struggling in reality
Empty seats, with deafening glare
no lines to

THE ACTRESS - 

Applause and praise she dreamed of nightly

Her illusions of stardom not taken lightly

The aging thespian

Empty Stage

Here I stand with my knees buckling
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
My bubbling talent waiting to be recieved.

I look

AN EMPTY STAGE

Coiled torso frozen on an empty stage,

a living sculpture trapped and placed
with no gown of tulle to hide her

EMPTY STAGE

I was sitting here, like an
Empty stage,
No desire to come to life,
Then I felt the curtain rise,
When I looked into