Tagged: Dramatic Monologue

Dim Lights

Amidst the aromas of excitement,

mingled with musical chords, coffee

and foam, smiles and laughter,

I saw the shape of a bleeding soul.

Naked and infected, I saw it in her eyes.

Right through the dim lights and playful

Christian banter,

I heard her scream.

It’s silence was deafening. Continue reading →

Estranged

They said he was a strong man.  They said he was a good father.  They said he cared for his friends and kept his commitments, but he lied to me.  He told me that ‘he would be there for me, and I would be together with him forever.’  There was a smile on his lips and truth in his eyes, and I believed him.  But he gave me the cold shoulder.

Alone, I sat wearing black.  Alone, I was surrounded by tears and grief.  Alone, I dreamed of promises, broken.  I gazed upon his vizage pale, and he was simply cold.  He was so cold to me.  There were no more smiles.  There were no more dreams to share.  I had been lied to and left alone.

I’m on the edge now.  I’m confused now.  I need to talk to a man now.  I need to talk to a father, but I can’t.  YOU LEFT ME!  YOU SAID YOU’D NEVER LEAVE ME!  YOU SAID THAT YOU’D BE THERE!  NOW WHAT AM I TO DO?  Yes, I know about God.  I know about Jesus.  They say Jesus can heal me, BUT I LOVED YOU…AND YOU LEFT ME.  How am I supposed to trust anyone?  I trusted you.  How am I supposed to help mom?  I DON’T KNOW HOW. Continue reading →

On The Fly

Dear God,

I’m so sick and tired of wearing all theses masks!  I’m so sick and tired of watching all my friends smile, and smile, and smile, when I can clearly see the pain they try to hide.  Don’t they trust me?  WHY CAN’T WE ALL BE HONEST?  WHY ARE WE AFRAID TO ASK FOR HELP?  I know that you’re always willing to comfort those in need of comfort.  WHY DO WE HAVE TO ISOLATE OURSELVES?  NO MAN IS AN ISLAND!!  Why is everybody afraid to be themselves?

I suppose it’s not easy to be yourself when you’re still trying to figure out who you are.  No…No I know that I’m not perfect either.  As much as I complain, I end up playing the same games.  Maybe it’s because so many people expect so many things from us.  Maybe it’s because we’re all in a panic to have fun and be wild now before we have to grow-up and become adults.  Maybe we’re just confused.

It gets so easy to hide behind labels.  He’s rebellious. He’s just being stupid. He’s crazy.  Maybe that’s why we’re not honest. Continue reading →