Su Sonnet

The curtain closes for the last time

And the standing ovation now dies down,

The air always becomes quiet and kind

With only faint whispers that seem to sound.

She walks slowly toward her dressing room

And removes the final costume once more,

Looks around with feelings distinct of gloom

Of not knowing what will be next in store.

She stares at a mirror covered in scripts,

Lined with bright bulbs and pink pearls and black lace.

Tears roll down pale cheeks and dark red lips

There is no longer hope in her limp face.

The blood of a broken heart stains the floor

Gazing at the heavens, she is no more.

©Danie Rae