Figuratively Speaking

A Sea Monster

(a dramatic monologue)

Tonight, too lonely and too weak,

I say boldly, "I'm staying underneath."

All the pain comes flowing back

Along with the memories of my past:

I stood in a shroud of mist,

That blocked everything, even bliss.

As I stood on the dock for boats,

The mist started to seep into my clothes.

A storm came, with the mist thickening still,

I yelled at the ocean to no avail,

I panicked but no one came,

And alone I stood when it started to rain.

One day, it grew too much for me,

A wave out of nowhere knocked me into the sea.

There I saw a sea monster, ever-beautiful,

His glistening scales pulled me deeper, irrefutable.

My lungs started to burn, a blazing fire in me died,

His blue-purple scales were so hard to deny.

(Despite the pain of the burning)

He almost seemed to be discerning.

His dragon eyes, an indigo blue,

Silver specks were hidden in the hue,

And the water's light reflected off his scales,

With a little tuft at the end of his tail.

He pulled me deep, deeper still,

The pain, furthermore, instilled.

He seemed to give me the pain to say,

"I know how you feel, each and every day."

When we made it the ocean floor

My eyes flung open, I was still indoors.

I tried to tell my friends, my family,

But nobody dared to believe me.

Alone and afraid, I found myself near the shore.

The pitter-patter with the gentle giant's roar,

Comforting even through the tears of loneliness.

This comfort, I knew, was erroneous.

I soon found myself feeding the monster,

And found us dancing and swimming in the water.

We grew close, though he gave me pain,

And I now kept our meetings arcane.

Then one night, too lonely and weak,

I said boldly, "I'm staying underneath."

So now I lay, on the ocean floor,

As life pours out of me, forevermore.