DRAMATIC MONOLOGOUE Poem: A Place of No Hope, by Sharnta Bullard

I arrived at a destination that was far away from home.
It was more like isolation. I felt alone!
Drowning, watching water surround me on every side,
called my parents every day and often cried.
I searched for ways to escape this place,
because with each passing day, a little more of my joy died,
but I kept praying for the loneliness to subside.

This place had me rooted in an abyss of despair.
I started to think that no one cared.
I found myself chained in depression,
searching for signs of regression,
while battling crippling questions,
navigating the lows that lead to suicidal ideations,
wishing that my heart and mind would enter mediation,
and that all these feelings were just a part of my imagination.

How could I let myself get to such a place where I was left feeling alone this way?
I thought I was stronger! I can’t stay here any longer.
I have to make a change!
It’s time for me to rearrange my thoughts, for not from trying,
I found myself pondering. Is this all that life has left?
Should I stay or should I go?
At this very moment, the answer would deliver my parents a devastating blow.

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