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Simple Monologue
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Old Dearest, if you're listening
Know that his tongue is glistening
With just your name.
How his saliva bubbles little truths
To the roof of his mouth
And runs around his tooth
Before he turns to shout
"WHERE DID ALL MY GLORY GO?!!"
---- he yells through tears...
"AND WHERE, THEN, DOES THIS STORY FLOW?"
---- he whispers through a crack...
"THROUGHOUT THE YEARS..."
---- he heeds our call.
"...I'VE BEEN OBLIGED TO SEND MY TEARS TO HELL AND BACK!"
---- He speaks in stunning fact.
"BUT NOW..."
---- against a backdrop painted black,
"...I'VE COME TO TERMS WITH WHAT I LACK."
---- He's got the crowd.
"AND I CAN FEEL THE SILHOUETTE
THAT ONCE RESIDED ON MY SULLEN BACK IS GONE!"
---- And we're allowed a silent clap.
"AND AFTER POINTS THAT TOOK SO LONG TO STACK, I NOW RESET THE SCOREBOARD!"
---- said while floorboards tremble at his step and start to crack.
"I WISH... I WISH TO SOAR MORE"
---- said through trembling chokes.
"AND WHO TO TELL THAN THOSE WHO I ADORE MORE!"
---- motioning to every seat.
"I FEEL LIKE I'M ALIVE!
WITHERED STAGE... BROKEN LIGHTS... GIVE ME MORE FOR WHICH TO STRIVE!
MORE INCENTIVE FOR THIS VENTING!
SO I GIVE THE THEATRE ALL MY HEART
AND HOW IT TEMPTS ME... TEMPTS ME
TO LET FREE A BASIC TEAR
AFTER DISCOVERING THESE SEATS ARE EMPTY..."
---- spoken as the scene becomes morose
---- Exit-left.
---- Curtain... closed.
