One Act Play
INT. SMALL ROOM – ECU
Michael lost his way as life is blowing him by. In a room
closed off from the world, without any windows for even a
beam of light to shine through. Curled up in the corner of
Michael’s dark and lonely room. Michael holds his legs near
his chest with his arms wrapped around his legs as he rocks
his body. Michael’s tears relax in his eyes begging for a
Depression… I lock myself in
this room, buried with my
thoughts. Attack myself, my
sights cloud my vision.
Michael slides up the corner of the wall with a slight
stumble, for he hasn’t used his legs for days.
Where is my promised life?
Asking for thought in fear!
Where did I sign up? My words
talk in depression, as my
meaning slithers away.
Michael slowly walks over to his bed as he sits on the edge,
as he looks up to the ceiling.
When I sleep I plead for my
life, to be a dream. Seconds go
by, through a new life. Awake
my eyes open. What do I see?
Michael throws his hands at the room as he looks around the
A square of black walls!
Reading of thoughts unable to
Michael holds his head, and then runs his hands through his
hair. Michael stares at the wall in fear.
Friends, yes I once had. Till
my burning thoughts cast them
as shadows. I breathe. I talk.
Why can’t I trick my thoughts?
Michael looks down at the floor of his room.
My eyes stand blinded. My mind
laughs with my conviction.
Barbed wire surrounds words motioning
Michael stands up and walks slowly back and forth.
(softly though grows
I pace sometimes. Working for
new thoughts, hoping to stomp on
my depression sights!
Michael stops in the middle of the room, as he holds his face
blowing out his frustration.
(yelling with much
Retrieving new thoughts, always
brainstorms the ones I can’t
Michael walks over to his desk as he sits in the chair at the
desk. Michael reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out a
poem he has written. Michael begins to read the poem.
Words/ Can’t find meaning of my
thoughts/ Broken eyes/Beg for
tomorrow to leave today/Sights
of escape/Watches my pleading
die/My eyes shut/Swimming to be
free/Left to my mind/Clinging to
Michael wads up the poem and throws it across the room.
Michael then slowly walks over to a mirror in his dark and
silent room. Michael looks into the mirror.
(softly though grows
I can’t see you, though your
outline is there. Erase my
thoughts! Let me see me! Let
me see me!
Michael falls upon the mirror, as he slides down the wall.
Tears bleed through his eyes as he sits on the floor with
knees resting against his chest, with his arms wrapped around
his legs. Michael rocks himself as he sobs.
Where am I? Where did I go?
Where is myself? For my
thoughts of depression took you