Summary: the story of the poem is about the truth that character “I” doesn’t want.
They keep asking,
Without knowing how it feels
Yes or no they want to hear,
But I just remain silent.
I know, know the law requests it,
But why? Why they want?
They, as polices I respect, just don’t feel what I feel,
But why it must? Why they must feel?
They just need the answer.
My legs can’t move like something binds it,
The stiff in my body spreads until my tongue,
What it’s like the truth they need,
Is it important!
I beg, think of my feeling once.
Just stop, stop now;
If not, my ears explode taking all the questions,
It can’t stop, have to answer them.
Almost falls, my tears should fall,
But I can’t.
Finally my mouth is very brave,
But it takes slowly, very slowly;
What should I do? Should I tell them?
Please don’t warn me,
Just wait, wait until I’m ready
Ready for what!;
Someone interrupts me.
Again, again, and again
They insist me to tell the truth,
The truth, the truth is…
This place is very safe that I want to stay longer;
The winds fling my body
The sun warms me
The grass tickles on me
Then, her beautiful voice guards me
Her voice is like angel singing for me,
Makes me like in the heaven,
Makes me like such a lucky person because I have her,
Having her in my world is very needed to be saved,
Save me from him.
I swear it saves me
But I can’t save her
Why I can’t save her!
Tell me why!
Yes Why? I shout
My mind plays with me again,
I know it’s just to build memory about her
But it just makes me doesn’t want to tell the truth.
Tell! Tell! They insist again
Okay, find, I tell them now
I have to recover memory first
Because I’ve to tell them everything, right?
Yes, tell them everything.
Everything about him,
It is a definitely must, I insist.
My mouth is not hesitant to tell them about him,
It is interesting,
First I tell them, he is my father
My father that I don’t want;
His face always getting red
Red because the alcohol makes it,
Then red because of anger he makes
I hate, I hate him;
He always makes my angel hurt,
Remain scars all over my angel body,
Remain the tears in my angel face,
Remain bad memories in my angel mind, but she loves him
I always see he drags my angel,
Then my angel follows him,
The door blocks me to see what’s happened inside,
But I know he does bad thing because the scars in my angel body shows it;
Sometimes the blood doesn’t want to stop.
They stop my story, why?
I’m just telling about the truth,
It is not the truth, they insist;
They say I should tell about yesterday night.
What! Nothing is happened in yesterday night,
My body starts trembling,
My breath takes very slowly,
They say, they say to take a deep breath
Then tell the truth, definitely the truth they want
That night, the sound of thunder woke me up,
The rains played bad music,
The clocks supported it,
I was scared,
Just my angel voice I needed.
Slowly, I took a step
To hear her voice singing for me,
But I heard her voice getting weak,
I took a step faster,
Trying getting closer.
He kept screaming,
He kept hitting,
To my angel,
I hate him,
I couldn’t let him,
Suddenly my mind insisted me to do my plan,
My plan I had a long time,
I was not alone to do my plan,
The gun helped me.
I held it tightly in my hands,
Pointed it straightly at him,
The trigger pulled itself,
The gun did it.
I opened my eyes,
I saw the blood,
Many bloods fell on the floor,
But suddenly I couldn’t breathe,
And my foot couldn’t stand anymore.
That night I want to die,
Because the death take my angel,
The gun did it!
I tell them the gun did it.
Yes, the bullet did it.
My tears finally come out,
I’m sorry Mom,
I love you but why?,
Tell me why Mom!
You sacrifice yourself for him!
It hurts me Mom,
This truth hurts me,
Makes me dying,
Dying for the rest of my life.
References: Grahamfoust and Jennifer Tamayo poems.
Word Count: 738
Dramatization link: https://soundcloud.com/sartika-juwitasari/dramatization-of-cold-hearted-truth