This is a project that I had to do in my Shakespeare class; I was trying to write from the perspective of Ophelia from Hamlet after she had died and the play was over. I’m not sure how I feel about this piece, but it has been too long since I have posted anything and my ego insists.

"How can the sun reject the moon?
How can the rose blossom without sunlight?
What will the ocean reflect without the sun?
What will happen when the moon can take this rejection no longer?

The heart is the most frail of all things
The mind is the most broken of all things
The liver is the most dangerous of all things
…

“'No! No! That won’t do…damn muse, damn muse. Can you not conjure up words for me? Can you not communicate with the dead? Damn. How will he ever know, how will he ever feel what he did? How will my words ever have their voice if inspiration will not give breath? This truly is a tragedy, that such a man as him could not see what was right before him. To be so focused that you can not see the leaf on a tree, is to be blind.
What is that you say? “A violet in the youth of primy nature, forward not permanent, sweet not lasting, the perfume and suppliance of a minute, no more.” But you left, you were not there to walk through this, you went away to study and left your sister at home without a mother and without the care of a father. You tried to warn me that “his will is not his own, for he himself is subject to his birth.” You warned me don’t listen to his songs, do not open you heart to him, but what you didn’t know was that we were past that. I loved him already, and I know that he loved me. Well good for you Laertes, good for you and I will never talk to you again. For like a fool you went to Claudius to kill him, but that oh so clever usurping king tricked you and used you like a master uses a puppet. Where then was all your schooling? Where then was your wisdom and fine learning? Damned fool.
You too father, I still hear you and your words. They still ring falsely in my ears like rusted broken bells in the tower. You dismissed me too quickly “like a green girl unsifted in such perilous circumstance.” But who was the fool? Who was the one that thought that he could get between a mother and her son? Did you really think that Lady Gertrude would side with you over her own son? Stuck like a pig, you should count yourself lucky. You were put to rest just like your beloved Caesar; twice a fool was killed by a brute man.
And you, you whose name I can not even in death utter. You who drove me to… How could you ever question if I was honest, if I was fair? Why would you deny that you ever loved me? I am no fool, I know what was in your heart when you would send me to a nunnery. I know that you would not have me and that you would not let anyone else have me. To curse any future matrimony I may engage in with calumny; to insist that I should never marry but instead waste away in a nunnery. Who is the larger villain? The usurping king who killed his brother to take his wife and kingdom, or the man who never even gives the chance of happiness? Your father may have had his life taken too soon, but he did have years with your mother and was able to see his son grow. You have taken from me any chance for love of husband or love of child.
What is worst of all, you have left me still wanting. You have left me, and I am still wanting your attention, still wanting your affection; I still can feel you against my breast, I still feel your love for me in my heart.”

Oh love recoiled, surly you are the most potent of all poisons
You who give all joy only to take all hope from the heart
You who turns the sun dark and steals the warmth of spring

How much longer will you haunt my steps?
How much longer will you plague my waking thoughts?
Plague my lonely dreams?

My heat still cries out for the only love it knew,

My brother left me during my trials to pursue his own interests.
My mother died when I was a babe, never offering me her breast.
My father never laid his eyes on me, but used me to serve his interests.

One man, one friend, one confidante was given to me,
This one was taken from me, and I was left to my madness,

All alone.'"