Mental Illness Dramatic Monologue Poems

I. THE WANDERING

I was born with a life that bled—
a seafloor womb
dragging tides of fern
and marigold char

The priests brought saffron
and fear

crowning me with diagnosis

They said:...

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The tower dark and cold, a conquest for the brave.
My hands shake, a sign.
The bed unmade, Mother’s throne.
My cheeks lift, freedom.

The jougs bite, a bit...

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I followed the path because I recognised it
as the path that followed me
sunlight made the pebbles paler 
as I made them darker like a shadow

I...

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers...

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CRISIS SESSION FBI HUMAN RESOURCE DIVISION NON-REDACTED
FBI: HELLO WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY

AGENT BROWN: HELLO THIS IS AGANT BROWN AND THAT DARK PLACE IS RETURNING AGAIN...

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I need a quiet place
a secluded place
a place for only the war to take place
a place for my demons to discover my Angels
a place for...

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The internal war within us does originate with humans.  It does, however, originate with the spiritual wickedness in high places.  With demonic powers...

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Our older sister, Lynn Ellen Dubarry.  Has an aggressive form of Leukemia. She has been transferred to Swedish Hospital's Edmonds Washington, USA. Hospice/comfort care....

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Day 1
I stomp into class black big
Boots they work
Good to make an impact
See the teacher flinch
Dumb ; its what she gets
Eyes judging mouth yakking 
Puffy...

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I slowly crush it between my fingers,
Can it be harmful?
I roll it to just the perfect size,
Can it be guilt that I feel?
I think of...

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I’ve been needing your lies 

I’ve been craving your poison 

I’ve been missing your demons 

I’ve been loving your hater 

While I was playing with...

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Not criminally responsible

In a few seconds it was over, Tim never had a chance.
He was killed, decapitated actually. The police arrested the killer 
with Tim's...

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The room you find yourself in isn’t lonely,
Neither is the world outside the window.
It’s the mind inside the head.
That’s the machine that drives the madness
And...

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He has nothing left to give.
He was fifty years old and brunt out.
The last ember of a once beautiful firework.
Soft music couldn't do it.
Pills couldn't...

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Today I wrestled with the beast.
Thought of suicide
And the solitude it would bring.
From a window I watched the snow fall
And I was envious of its...

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