Hours poring over a single page,
Drumming each word into lasting memory,
Reciting every one for the gloried stage,
Trying to push till you lose all energy,
Hearing them in your head as you try
To drift off into a restless sleep,
And in the morning to awake and sigh,
For the words into my head still creep,
But no, I must say, I love my art,
I love to spread my joy and my tears,
To stand on a stage and pour out my heart,
To hear the longed-for and beautiful cheers,
It shall all be worth it to see the crowd,
Once I've read my lines true clear and loud.
YOU ARE READING
The Stage
PoetryAn actor's internal monologue, describing both the joys and struggles of the theatre. A collection of poetry of all types, from Sonnets to long poetical monologues. Enjoy. Willow x
