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Ophelia’s Story

05/14/19

By Emery PinePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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05/14/19

Hamlet, my love,

I see the despair you suffer,

I see the pain behind your eyes.

I’m not convinced you shall ever recover,

So perhaps ‘his time for our good-byes.

Thy father is dead,

Murdered by a brother.

Thine mother is branded a lie, a sin.

There is no other

Fate but insanity for thee to rest in.

But, Hamlet, my dear,

Your hatred and pain

Is a weight neither of us are prepared to bear.

I understand you are lost and betrayed,

But hostility and cruelty

Will do nothing but kill me.

My love for you is vass,

But sanity’s reach is only half as wide.

You’ve lost your mind,

And now I am missing mine.

I now am missing thy mind and thy future.

My love for you stole my breath.

I am sorry, my love.

You have lost a father and mother and lover.

I have doubt of truth to be a liar,

I have doubt that the sun doth move,

I have doubt the stars to be fire,

But, my love, through all of the pain,

I have doubt not you love.

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About the Creator

Emery Pine

I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable

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