This one isn’t too grand at all – sorry.
Curtain call;
Lights grow dim.
She try to stall,
Hanging on to a whim.
She enters left stage.
She acts out here part,
Brimming with rage.
Room goes dark.
The scene is done.
A weight is lifted from her heart.
Acting is her passion,
Although she does not act at all.
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