Oluwanifise Moses Poet Dramatic Monologue

I Strain Everything

I strain my legs in a struggle for seat
Each time on the stairs that weaken;
I strain my ears to catch the words
In the large room as they speak un-amplified;
I strain my hands in the awkward posture
the wordy words to keep in white:
I strain my eyes, even with the tiny
Gleam of the candle, my fill to have;
I strain my mind in the dark of the night,
The jargon, the parole, the stuff to stock;
I strain my Cerebral Faculty, ouch!
to get the memory back, at the hot seat;
I strain my neck at the dreadful benign board,
To see the scores masqueraded in paper.
Must I yet strain the rest,
seeking solace seething in silence?

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Greg Swimelar August 22, 2011 at 12:57 PM You have discovered an interesting way to describe much of life here on Earth. Yes! and at the end you hinted at a solution. thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it.