The night is full of abstractions
Behind her veil both oracle and daemon
The funereal march of my heart thwarts
All extrinsic panic, there is only my fidelity
Which has become itself a form of illness
If only my beloved would behold me
Seen through his eyes, I would be sated
My tears coalescence with the stars
How oft the same prayer forsaken?
Not a moment more can I give
To this cruel, tasteless world
And not to you either my darling
Let the rushing water purify
What your hands and lips disparaged
If not my life than let my death
Weigh upon your consciousness
Let it be known that I was
And ever will be yours
By morning the doves will have risen
Pale and histrionic, baring my soul
To places where no one else may follow
I may not find peace only your face etched in…
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8 thoughts on “Ophelia”
Wonderful poem, deliciously creepy ! Yes , very beautiful !
Thanks so much XD
Beautiful word craft of a poem! And yes, wonderfully creepy! Great one mlm!
Thank you so much!
the fidelity becoming a form of illness was a powerful part of this one mlm…also the rushing water wiping clean what their lips disparaged…
Thank you so much Brian!
This is nice!
Awww thank you Shousie XD