Ophelia
Learn more about other poetry terms
Dearest Ophelia
I too spend my days wallowing in sorrow
Drowning in tears
Like you, I've a brother that cares not for me.
Sweet Ophelia, I too am lost
For I gave my heart blindly
There were 3 jars on the mantel
that gleamed down at me like heavenly orbs
Ashes, Water, and Honey.
Ashes - it was blue, with red dots round the rim -
and a tiny small photo of Henry pinned on front.
Why do you push me away
When all I want to do is help?
Please let me help take care of you,
Since you cannot yourself.
You used to be so kind to me,
Now you won't let me in.
I can't win.
Once, they exchanged roses;
red and yellow, red and white.
Behold the fair Ophelia
in the witch-hazel night
My father was the constant sun of mine
Placed in the center of my universe,
Dictating daily toils, joys, and time,
My seasons, too- though seasons deeper go
Than gravity due to the sun, for as
I met the dear Ophelia
Upon the western stair
Through some columns of transport
Into the wild air.
"If I should die before I wake," Fingers slip into the lake Queen Anne halo Floating lace "I pray the Lord my soul to take," Reeds do pull From leagues below Tendrils snaking to and fro "One world was not enough for two," Such eyes now clouding Th
A hard world we live in today
It's almost like the ultimate video game
But unlike a game there is no resetting
No pausing
And definitely No extra lives
But these harsh realities are often ignored
If innocence were bottled up in human form, she would be the epistle within
Her chestnut hair glistens underneath the morning sun
Her dark eyes possess a thousand, mystifying riddles
