Ngoc Nguyen Poet Dramatic Monologue

On Surviving

With just a dream, and no God, I
     endure: and toughen the weary mind; 
though women, children, and the old cry,
     I leave my tears and fears behind,
march forward, advance, and defy,
     until I've won what I couldn't find.

I, an untamed soul void of hope,
     seek paradise from death and strife;
and valiantly battle to cope
     and succeed (fighting for a life, 
that's better than the endless scope 
     of fleeing the blade of death's sharp scythe).

It'd be far easy to simply die,
     than to flourish, fly!?—and so thrive,
the gift of soaring so, so high.
     Therefore, I engineer (contrive!) 
than let salvation just pass me by 
     without a strong chance to survive.

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