Brenden Taylor Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Stranger's Plea

Heart of mortar, heart of stone,
When will your spirit break?
Please let me in your hallowed home
For fractured, tattered sake.

I've searched the streets from dusk to dawn
And still can't find myself,
But, can a being, so withdrawn
Expect to find himself?

I've led a life that's not been par
To standards set by men,
And now I'm here, a rugged scar,
As guilty once again.

I beg your mercy greets me so
That I could not be sore,
But you don't have to welcome, though,
The soul that fawns your door.

I only ask that you please think
Before you bid adieu.
Some food to eat, a drink to drink
Is all I ask of you.

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