Kenneth Kerry Poet Dramatic Monologue

Alone

Here I stand,  alongside a busy road.  Warm,  summer air; a blanket on my 
skin.   I begin to think of the world around me.  It is moving so fast. I become 
dizzy,  though I am still. 

I am alone.  I feel surrounded with the whispers of travelers.  My car is still 
running.  I feel the earths rebuke. 

The earth wishes me to stay.  To not leave this place.  The dry grass takes 
root in a flaky soil.  Like a balding man revealing his age. 

I see a Monarch,  single and alone.  I feel kinship with this creature.  His 
bright orange color,  implies a festive soul.  Does he see my wings as well? 

My shoes want to wander.  To leave this sanctuary.  Where would I go,  if my 
shoes did the choosing?  Walk a vast distance until my shoes had no soul?  

I get back into the running auto.  I sit in the seat.  I leave this place, alone. 

Kenneth Kerry.

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