A Tragedy: Act One

Love, Loss, Death

My Hamlet
My beautiful Prince of Denmark
Your eyes blaze for mine, no longer
Ophelia of the flowers
Left to drown in the reeds
My heartbeat, nothing more than a ripple
In our sea of reckless mistakes
The deafening screams of a love, lost
Fall upon ears that do not wish to hear
Your charms and sweet nothings
Do not find my soul
That now wanders unconsciously
Through the streets of the dead
I've lost the will to live
My body no longer glides with grace
I stumble in a haze of sorrow
Blindly rummaging through the darkness of my heartbreak
Left alone without your light
Woe is all my eyes can see
Crazed and mad, you ride and do not see me
My lifeless body invisible before you
Bury me with the flowers you once thrust to the floor
Take from me my passion, my heat, along with my heart
For they are meaningless now
In this world of fog and nothingness I now inhabit
I bask in memories too quickly cast aside
Shadows take your form and haunt my once beautiful dreams
Nightmares cloud my sanity
As I stare at the crumpled, tear-soaked photograph
My only proof of your existence
The only vision I have left of the happiness I once took for granted
My only hope for safety in this suffocating dimension of horror
The light goes out
All is quiet
All is cold
And all is black
Forever more.

Author's Note

I Lost The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me :(

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

An excellent job of writing, Carolyn. You express yourself very well. Lost love is perhaps the most painful, and most common heartache one can have. I've had those blues many times in my life, and yet, I'm still here. Love will find you, and when it does, it will have been worth the wait. Samuel