The Play
She cannot speak of all the vocabulary she knows
Vastness of bittersweet tinges in blue black sorrows
So she stands centre stage with a smile on her face
Blocking out the spotlight with sunglasses in place
All around her lies an audience dressed in deepest black
A loud sigh of expectation, a hush then a solitary clap
She opened her mouth but she had forgotten the encore
Where are the neon cues and where is her exit door
There she froze in fear when she realised she’d been blind
And then she knew that the world had only been unkind
This is the story of the sweetest heroine of our play
She pirouetted on her toes and fell onto a ground of clay
The floor crumbled into pieces as her smile started to crack
And from the darkness they started to clap and clap and clap
