The Life of a Writer
The Curse Of A Writer
Four weeks of rehearsals
Lines blown
Others had to be rewritten
The actors struggled with their characters
They struggled with their scenes
The director screams and hollers
“Change this, change that “
“You’ve got the blocking wrong”
The writer sits in the back row
He is so quiet among the chaos
Typing as he hears his words abused
He worries about what his work will look like
Night after night he suffers and cries
Tormented by people who can’t see his vision
Weeks later the writers shakes as the curtain goes
Would they do it right?
Did the lines work?
Would the actors bring the characters to life?
Two hours later the curtain closes
The people laughed and cried
The cheered when the play ended
All the torture is finally over
The writer sits back and smiles
Then he starts writing his next play
And the torture starts all over again
But that night, that moment he smiles
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