Jeremy Fennell Poet Dramatic Monologue

Cold End

Through the agony and pain
We look out at the rain
Letting it fall and hit our face
As life as we know it is a big disgrace

Crying in thou bed with tears falling
Out of the bed and onto the floor
I’m like a little toddler because all I am doing is crawling
Searching for something to grasp and to hold
Cause thou floor is very cold

Cold as the winter’s breeze
Cold as the snow approaches thou face
Cold as my heart as life is fading away
Color blind I am getting as the world starts to turn gray
Not moving as if I was a corpse that was there just to lay

Hearing the rain as it hits the window
I take a deep breath and blow
I can see the frost coming out my mouth from my soul
Looks as if my life has paid its last toll

Eyes beginning to close
The radio turns on with the instrumentals
So as I lay there I begin to compose
Hands going up and down
Left and right
That’s all I have left in me I can no longer fight

Crashing to the cold hard floor my hands go
The blood in my body can no longer flow
Now being one with the floor I and it mend
This is real life I can no longer pretend
It’s to cold and on the floor I am penned
Its now over body still eyes closed
The story itself has a cold end


(c) Jeremy Fennell

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