Today’s prompt: “write your own dramatic monologue.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-5/)
Silence
[Silence]
I never know what to say
at these things.
These forced,
uncomfortable
Things.
[Pause]
My brain:
in isolation so
full of words,
ideas,
ramblings
Goes blank.
[Pause]
I talk to myself
near constantly.
Sometimes even
out loud
without realizing.
But here:
blank.
[Silence]
I do not
speak on command
orate on cue
ideate under pressure.
[Pause]
How is it
I can talk to
myself
But find it
so difficult
to talk to
you?
[Uncomfortable silence]
Isn’t this all
just too precious?
What a contrived
mechanic.
What an obvious
concept.
You should be
ashamed.
The vistas of
my own mind
Are so much more interesting
than this.
[Pause]
There?
See?
This is why
I stay silent.
It’s all too easy
To turn mean.
To growl.
To shout.
To insult.
It’s all deflection.
[Silence]
I never know what
to say.
John the Librarian 