Laura Breidenthal Poet Dramatic Monologue

Come No Closer

Do not come so quick, oh Death!
I am aware of my bouts of mortality
I am dressed in the garments of reality

Come no closer, 
Strumming your instruments 
We have inhaled your essence
We have known our fate for centuries

There is no one like you,
Too close yet so far—
Growing in the pits of our bodies
Festering our hopes and fears

Destroying our flesh,
But sparing our spirits
However will I fly,
When I die? 

For I am no free bird,
Yet I’ve pecked my way to the clouds
I’ve reached the point of no return
Without the burn of your strum,
Without the burn!
I am no god,
I can condemn only my broken heart
I can only create what lives from my body
Apart

Come no closer, you buzzard!
I fly not under or above your wing
You’ve no place in my symphony 
Strumming away your dissonant chords
I’ve once called you kind
Till you have stolen me blind

I am no bird, 
Nor god,
But a hopeless, human heathen 
A beast perhaps for life,
Though truth and tears still thrive

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James Inman September 4, 2017 at 9:54 AM Laura, the tone of your poem feels deeper than your words convey. A heartfelt piece you have written, intense and full of emotion. Laura Breidenthal September 6, 2017 at 3:05 PM Thanks James, for the kind comment. Death comes ever near, and it's hard to quiet the thought of it. <3~Laura

Justin Bordner September 3, 2017 at 6:43 PM For a heart that beats for more beauty and battles, Death's pomp and promise becomes quite ridiculous Poetess...reading your poems tonight has put poetry on my lips...J.A.B. Laura Breidenthal September 6, 2017 at 3:03 PM It is so easy to become so absorbed in our sense of mortality, Justin. Thanks for the sweet comment. <3~Laura