Throwback Thursday: Death of an Actor

This is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class in undergrad, so I was about 18 or 19...

Death of an Actor

I lay in my childhood bed in peaceful slumber.

I dream,

The curtains move along their chains.

The bright stage lights warm my skin.

Act well your part

for there all the honor lies.

I feel the applause wash over me.

The end comes

with surprising ease and excitement.

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With surprising ease and excitement,

the end comes.

I feel the applause wash over me

for there all the honor lies.

Act well your part.

The bright stage lights warm my skin.

The curtains move along their chains.

I dream,

I lay in my childhood bed in peaceful slumber. 

All the world’s a stage

in life and in death.