To be, or not to be, that is the question
—William Shakespeare (Hamlet)
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To be, or not to be; that is the question.
The only question that encompasses
The fright of the soul and heart
That delivers a blow to the affection
That any other question would cause
For its magnitude; as a fathomless mountain,
As a canyon, perhaps,
May swell a dwell into the pit of my mind
And turn me for once and ever to hell.
*
To be, or not to be; that is the question.
But what is a man, if not only who awaits to be one?
But to be, and not to be enclosed by destiny
And isn’t a man harsh towards his future,
If perhaps these do not cause him good at all?
Is it for the soul to bear the unbearable,
To understand what lies moribund as truth?
*
If not, may then my spirit rest
And the ghosts who now haunt me be dead
But if it would for me to thrive against heaviness,
Fight with the wind, the sun, the sins!
To fight—to live, start a reckoning sound
That awakens not only my body, my soul
To embrace the new life, to live is to die!
To die, and continue living.
Another day, maybe to fight—perchance, to live.
*
Again and Again
Again and Again
Again and Again
Again and Again
Until the forces that rule what’s unruled
By my fiery will come and destroy what’s left
Again and Again
Again and Again
Again and A—
THE END.
About the Creator
Matt B.
He/Him
A romantic reader and an amateur writer who likes to write non-conventional stories and unusual plot lines.
I read romantic era fiction and find myself lost in the pages of Dumas' "The Count of Montecristo" and Shelley's "Frankenstein"
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