Belief is a strange thing. It seems despite having proof my father has come back from the grave. Those closest to me do not believe me. Instead they stick to their dull lives planning their daily routines. There isn’t much substance to be had. There is much to be said about their disbelief of my situation. The fact that I cannot explain what has happened nor can I justify it. I’m one step closer to figuring out how Uncle Claudius killed my father. Why my mother stays with him is beyond me. Thus my world is falling apart, the woman I love is betraying me and is fickle in her dealings, what to do about a woman whose words are soft but her intentions are harsh.
The Meek shall inherit the earth.
Ophelia, a delicate rose
whose nature is so gentle
it as if there is a moment
where she can be torn in two.
Her fragility mirrored
by her soft looks,
despite harsh upbringing.
Oh, she is but a sweet, caring woman,
whose intentions can be murky,
but of good heart.
Her lips, what beauty,
as beautiful as a sunrise,
tried and true.
able to entice men to do
my Uncle’s charge,
she decieves me in my life.
Curse her and her ability to
weaselher way into my life,
she will turn men against her
and cuckold him with her beauty.
She will give her husband
horns with her inevitable
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
I just know Uncle Claudius did it, he always was a jealous man. He hath taken my father’s life in order to advance his own agenda, he is no better than the serpent in Genesis, lying to get what he wants. If only I could prove Claudius’ guilt to the world, perhaps I would be seen in a more amiable light instead of one of the depressed son of a king.
I must eradicate this man and his sniveling incompetence. His shady dealings and lack of compassion.
Sleep away the day let dreams be captured
You’re safer than you were yesterday
Don’t let the moment pass when it’s raptured
The night will drag on while you lay
When you wake go on more adventures
To capture the moments still waiting
Ignoring the fears that turn to censures
Don’t let yourself down without fighting
A man only knows his life is boring
When he does not embrace his true calling
Do not waste your dreams with hope of snoring
Trust yourself to stop from falling
There are things in life we do not know
We will only learn them when they show