Day fourteen of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt is to draft a poem in the form of a dialogue. I feel like writing more fan fiction. About a character with a split personality who talks to himself.
If it didn’t come to us, what would life be?
We’d have lived an ordinary life you see.
I think we’d have been happier, at least me.
dare you say that! It’s always been we.
That’s not what we meant, we think it’s a curse,
Without the curse, life would be even worse.
Cos of it, this withering body we nurse.
And in your head, living long is a curse?
The life what we have is hardly gracious,
To hope for better is quite outrageous.
Under the curse, you’ve become obnoxious.
How dare you speak that way of ‘my precious’.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, this is an imaginary conversation between Smeagol and Gollum. Gollum’s lines are shown in red.