Ophelia

A Poem based off of a painting.

Ophelia

So lost within myself.

Where am I?

Who am I?

I am lost.

These cold waters,

Drown me in misery;

This life,

Slowly leaving my lungs.

The budding flowers and twisted trees around me,

Are nothing more then a forgotten dream.

I guess I’m going young;

 

This dress,

Now tattered and dirty,

Will never make it to my wedding.

These fragile, pruned lips,

Will never kiss my lover again.

My white, pale hands,

Will never touch the sun’s rays again.

 

Sweet agony.

Life, You have forsaken me

And turned your back against me.

You have given me death

When I asked for nothing but-

Beautiful Love.

I am lost,

Alone,

Sinking into the floods of my mind palace.

I’ll never see who I will become-

But none of that matters-

Not anymore.

Not after what he did.

 

He left me to swallow the rapids

And inhale the bubbling brooks.

 

I hope you hear my voice

When the rain pours so heavily down,

Or when you wade-

In the creek by your home.

Listen for the water,

Speaking your name.

Let the rain be like acid on your fair skin,

Tearing you apart,

Quite like you did me.

Feel me everywhere.

As you drink me in your golden cup,

Know you are tasting my kiss once again-

May it taste bitter and sour,

Just like you.

 

I am the water.

I’ll be everywhere dearest love.

Listen for me-

Think of me-

Because I will always think of you-

 

 

And what you did.

Author's Note

This was a writing exercise my Poetry teacher had us do. She gave us a picture with no explanation and had us write about it. At the time I had no idea who Ophelia is, or what her story is. She then gave us all the information and I was stunned about how close my poem and the story was.