Darrell Rose Poet Dramatic Monologue

This Mind's Winter

The north winds of my mind began to howl,, bringing with them a chill to my bones..... a chill which I’ve never known before ..... a chill scented with hollow skies void of new tales while whispering only of memories from times gone by…. 

I think upon the present..... 
which  will soon become the past
The moments I enjoyed....
 but foolishly let them pass.... 

All in lead to question::

“What shall become of these empty memories and broken dreams?,,,.... Are they to be carefully laid  in hidden vaults.....  locked within the dark recesses of my mind.  - Visited only on cold winter day with thoughts which in time grow grander than truth ? Or......shall I set them aside in hope of a new season, a new time, a new moment bringing with it opportunity to dance once more to the tune of a new song?”

Shall I live in hope this day be the beginning of my new Spring and perhaps free me from the chains of this mind’s winter.

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Alison A Smith nee Howarth July 27, 2026 at 2:46 AM Empty memories and broken dreams kept hidden grow out of size. We need to address them and let them slowly shrink so we can replace them with growth. Darrell Rose July 27, 2026 at 12:54 PM Hello Alison ! YES , you are indeed right on point ..... I see so many who wish to live in the glory of their past. Thank you for visiting my work. I hope you found something within the piece that touched you. Darrell