I’m here, upon the stage,
Standing by the doorway, silent.
I’m catching in the echoes far and strange
What will occur in the century of mine?
I’m stared by the dusk of night,
Thousand eyes of twilight bowl.
God in Heaven, if you have a might,
Carry by this cup of woe.
I enjoy your obstinate intention
And content to play this role.
But another drama cries of its invasion
And this time, please, let me go…
But I know the order of the actions,
The inevitable final now I feel.
I’m alone and everything drowns in temptation.
To live a life is not to go across a field.
Monologue
© Copyright: Ангел Секса, 2006
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