As the curtain falls

by confusion   May 23, 2005


As the curtain falls
her smile wont fail
to perform to its audience
as her tears start to brim
but blinked back within
she remains in utter silence

a round of applause if you may
for yet another persuading act
a cheers from one or two
for the next scenes, back to back

what they will see
then interpreate
is what they chose to believe
but the thing is she
is the one thing she hates
cause of the lies she daily feeds
to each on looker
her adoring crowd
leaving no space for her to breath
each second to her
she grows even less proud
as politely she bows and curtsies

reach home to her black quilted bed spread
tears escape from her eyes built all day
rest upon her sodden dark pillow
her dreams begin to take her away

she reaches a land
with dust in her hand
fairy of course, what else
her wings separate
sweeping all of the hate
she feels so strongly for herself

these wings take her up into the night
brushes her hair 'gainst stars sparkling bright
with her pale freckled nose on her innocent face
takes in the sweet smells of this wonderful place

but the stars will fade
and her wings will break
and that sweet smell turns to bad
each wish she had made
is burnt as she wakes
in her quilted bed of black

rolling onto her sore aching side
the tear stain are washed from both cheeks
her perfectly painted mask placed once again
till that night when more tears will leak

and as the curtain falls
her smile wont fail
to perform to its audience
as her tears start to brim
but blinked back within
she returns to the utter silence

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  • 13 years ago

    by colourmehappy

    This is so beautiful
    i dont remember reading it before.
    it still makes sense.
    i love you x

  • 15 years ago

    by Toni

    i read this poem a few tmes now and it still manages to take my breath away. its so powerful, i love the idea of the curtain falling, and the way the first stanza and last are repeated. Brilliant hun, absolutely brilliant, if not one of your best masterpieces so far! xxxxx

  • 15 years ago

    by Lil Luce

    wow i really like how the poem is in different stages so kinda like the different people she has to be....i espec liked the lines each wish she had made
    is burnt as she wakes
    in her quilted bed of black
    ....brill agen!
    take care adn keep smiling hun!
    xxxLoUxxx

  • 15 years ago

    by Lemma

    Hey lu, great poem. It is truly beautiful.
    Emma xx