Without You, Isabelle

'Without You, Isabelle' is a dramatic monologue that I wanted to share it. It is from the eyes of Stephen from Sebastian Faulks' 'Birdsong' and includes thoughts on the war and heartbreak. Enjoy ! <3

Without You, Isabelle

Isobel, why are the nations wrangling without you?

Your face, that blush...BOOM.

Now the soil is swallowing the bodies of men I need to hate.

Now the earth is erupting as metal is scathing our bodies to the bone;

Without you.

 

In that little red room of ours

I found all the love I never had.

With the musty smell of a history unknown to us,

we broke from the chains of your captor

To a prison where you’d leave me.

 

Turning my head,

the nausea of whiskey hits me... just before a collapsed torso is

devoured by rats.

Your face I struggle to recall,

but at times I don’t remember why

I’m favoured over masses of saviours. 

 

But you just disappeared!

 

Isabelle... instead of fighting to get you back;

fighting the heartbreak I buried,

I tread through mud to slaughter strangers.

Without you I am fearless in killing.

Compassion has never met me since you left.

 

Isabelle, while you fall into his arms I kill his comrades.

BOOM... suddenly it’s in my ears,

nose,

mouth... this trampled earth.

Motionless,

the heavens almost free me from this grave.

Trapped with the weight of the world crushing me-

I mean, you’re off again...with your boche and his grey uniform!

While I fight for the language that sounded so perfect coming from your lips.

 

Amongst the corpses,

My naked body was found alive.

Pity.

The heart will beat if you feed it, but my soul is empty of you.

The wall next to my swollen body hid me

from eyes that saw too clearly

my sloshing veins,

If only they’d never found me.

If only I’d never found you Isobel.

 

But then I saw your face.

I heard his grunts of aggression,

And wished to never hear your silence.

 

Now years have passed and I’m no less accomplished in love;

Still I am no one’s.

Even at her waist I cried out like a child.

Motherless,

I stole their mother because I loved you.

 

And as I trample across severed land, into equal air

with scars prickling my skin, I only wish to see your face.

When I did, obscured by sunlight, your blemish illuminated the room;

Still you are the most beautiful nightmare of mine.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"In that little red room of ours
I found all the love I never had.
With the musty smell of a history unknown to us,
we broke from the chains of your captor
To a prison where you’d leave me."
I like those lines a lot in this well penned poem...:)

[SamanthaSweeney]

Thank you again Sami for my compliments ^_^
I hope you continue to enjoy :D

[Sami Khalil]

I look forward for your new writes...My pleasure...:)