Dramatic Monologue

Never once have I wondered
About the things I have done. Never once have I considered

The consequences of my actions.

Could it be that I joined the wrong faction,

That I subscribed to incorrect virtue?

Upon my ponderings I’ve come to see what is true.

My wrong doings have learnt to control me,

To control all that I could possibly see.

It was due to a liquid,

A liquid potent enough to turn ones judgement frigid

To the world before them.

‘Sip after sip’ became the anthem

Of my days. I became unstoppable, nobody could help.

As the crater surrounding me grew, I continued to whelp.

Those caught within its radius

Were all lost as though it were a spontaneous

Event. My own blood isolated 

Me. It tore its way through my intoxicated

Veins, fleeing my system as though I were a parasite.

The only comfort I sought was that of my flask,

The only family a real man could ever ask

For. It remained my protector

When my sister passed at the age of twenty-four.

It made me forget the guilt. It comforted 

Me, when I learnt I was to her left when her soul departed,

When I learnt I was the cause of such a collision.

Such a liquid made my vision

Impervious to any pain of such magnitude.

I was invincible, I could conclude.

Upon my ponderings I’ve come to see what is true,

Pour me a glass sir, I require yet another sip of strength to add to my queue.