Showing posts with label Emotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotion. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

They Them Us Me

I want to share a poem with you. I wrote it last year. It gives way to a small measure of pain that emerged one night, very late. I didn't realize the pain was mine until I read the finished poem.


In the body of the poem you will see text in different colors. Each color represents a particular person/character. I will describe each person/character, so you can get a feel for the depth of this poem. It is difficult to translate feelings when done on paper. I will do my best to convey those feelings to you.


I am in the process of recording this poem. I've taken it to the studio once already, but a few of the character voices did not go well. My plan is to take it to the studio one more time and pray that everything falls into place.


Here are the characters of the poem:


Grey - shadowy dark evil male - heavy raspy voice
Dark Blue - friend or family member
Light Blue - shadowy evil female - soft hissing voice
Orange - Little girl 2 or 3 years old


I hope that you are able to imagine the voices while reading this poem.






   


What’s that noise?


What noise?


Nevermind.


Where is it?


Find it!


 


Here I am.


 


It must be stopped…


Destroyed.


You want to destroy it?


Find it.


Wait!


 


There it is…


It?! Don’t you mean who?


Who?


Yes…


A little girl,


Girl…


Over there.


Where?


There…


 


Here.


 


Can you hear her?


No…


Can’t you hear?


No…


Listen…


NO!!!


 


We’ll destroy it.


Why?


We loathe it.


Why?


Not perfect.


 


Tear it apart.


Put it together.


Is she alive?


No…not really.


 


Yes I am.


 


Look at it!


Hideous, monstrous…grotesque,


A real life Frankenstein.


People will run and scream.


Don’t say that…she’s beautiful.


 


Retched!


Imperfect!


Undesirable…Unforgivably…Useless!


Worthless!


Abomination!


 


Not good enough.


Not like us.


Send it back.


Back to where?


We don’t care!


 


 You can have it.


But she’s yours.


We don’t want it.


But she’s here.


No it isn’t.


 


I am here.


 


We’ll get another.


Let her stay.


It’ll be better.


She’ll be good…I know she will.


We don’t want it.


 
Mommy…daddy? (echo)