DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: With each beat of the heart, by Aman Syed

There is a thought that dangerously lingers, with each beat of the heart
As we imagine ourselves falling, we yearn for a soft bed of cotton rather than a ground of
obsidian
There is no one to awaken us
Rather, most in their consciousness choose to nurture this imagination
We begin to see only the obsidian beneath us, the ground rising upwards
With each beat of the heart
There is, still, the presence of the dream that stays alive with each beat of the heart
The reality, apart from the imagination, is always far less brutish
Why am I dreaming?
Why am I having this nightmare?
Others’ words around you laze in the mind, making themselves at home
Others are in this battle on the path toward what you dream; you’re fighting a war
With each beat of the heart
Introspection is a lethal weapon, one that can be used to kill or used to kill you, with each beat of
the heart
Words of others can only trigger the introspection
One either begins to die inside or
One becomes familiar with the idea that
Words of others can only spark this introspection—whether that destroys you
Or your imagination fades into the reality that you are alone on your journey and there are no
other voices
Either way
The reality is that it is you against you, with each beat of the heart

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