An exploration of Dostoevsky’s themes in contemporary poetry of:
Suffering and emotional purgatory.
Longing for redemption through love.
The inner war between past and future.
Channelling his core existential concerns through a deeply personal, vivid voice.
Can a soul haunted by the past ever truly be free?
And is redemption still possible, not through God or repentance but through love?
And does suffering lead to transformation?
The Monologue of Dostoevsky
(A lone voice whispers)
Yes,
You say it's over
Finished between you and me
Well, I'll confess
Our flame has gone out
You yell, it's s time to leave, to go and find someone new
But why does my heart still cry and bleed for you
Whenever I hear those two words which always turn me blue
It's over
Its over and over again
Two words which has broken our spell with no pity
Spoken when I made my oath of fidelity
All those sad feelings of self-worth return
Knowing deep down there'll never be another girl for me, here on this poor old Earth
As our beautiful love song goes up in flames and burns
I've moved out my things
Packed my three bags and took off my golden wedding ring
Did everything you asked
So there I stood
Three years ago
By our much loved green garden gate
Under that old familiar lamp post
Waving bravely goodbye
Turning that grey key in my broken heart
Locking up that old tired red door
Since you said you couldn't love me, whatever I said like before
You might still be the only one who stood by my side
A friend I thought I could trust until the very end till I died
But I guess God doesn't make them like he once used to
Any more
Is this the price you pay, when you're still in love
With your dream girl from next door
But now I'm moving on
For I just need someone new to love me
So I can open up that once closed door
With my grey key
Yes,
You still say it's over
Finished between you and me
Well, I'll confess our flame has gone out
You yell
It's time to leave
To find someone new
Yet, why does my heart still cry and bleed for you
Whenever I hear those two words, which still turns me blue
It's over and over again
Two words which has broken our spell
As all those sad feelings of self-worth return
Knowing there'll never be another girl for me
Here on this Earth
As our beautiful love song, goes up in flames and burns
I moved out my things
So I've now packed three of my worn camo bags, and taken off my Golden Shield
My old wedding ring
Done every last task you ever asked
So here I stand
In Sweden watching and waiting
By a new green garden gate
Under a strange white lamp post
Smiling, but bravely waving goodbye to my old life, with a controlling wife
As passing, angels sing
Fyodor Dostoevsky
It's time to move on
Before it's too late
Go through that gate and love Selma
Your new girlfriend from next door, we've sent whose love for you
Will never run out of date
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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