EThe Monologue of The Lost Soul
Scene:
A middle aged man.
Unshaven.
Surrounded by photo albums.
And cobwebs.
Kneels in front of an aging shrine to his dearly departed wife.
At midnight.
And prays
(A lone voice whispers)
O Lord
King of all Spirits and Fates
Why do I
With sleepless eyes
Still seek a love that's died
Am I a foe
Seeking forgiveness
In lullabies
In knee-worship prayers
With a broken heart of catacombs
Where fear lives
Now it has found its
Home
As I once reached out
To the Ether
And cried
When she crossed over
To the Otherside
With sullen eyes
Am I cursed to never sleep
To never again know
To treat or feel her
My sin eater and preacher
As demons and angels From past delights
Like Demeter and the old Unwashed Redeemer
Walk past
Like pale shadows
In endless nights
And smile
When sleep
I do fight
On Monarch
Lord
And King of all that's Right
Pray for me
Go that extra mile
And open a window
So I can reach her
In sleep
Tonight
To see her
My teacher
My speaker
And who like
Mary
Was a true believer
Who now lives within
Your kingdom
As she's found holy freedom
Pray we can wander hand in hand
In The Great Underground Stream
As I dream
Tonight
In a new
Garden of Eden
Amen
For
I'm so useless
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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