The Fire of the Stage, Krysten C.

A Poem By Anonymous // 11/9/2003

In my blood I feel fire. Flames that burns red with desire. My heart beats so fast that I tire. My mind races and I take 100 paces. In my mind I see flashes of so many faces.
As I take my place on stage and read over the last page I notice the play is about to engage. I anticipate the time when I will recite my line and end this ryhme.
The curtain lifts the movement in the audience shifts
For now I am a king and the stage is my kingdom all shall see me and dream to be me as I live love and become the master of the stage

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