Ophelia

Let me but sigh, and do not interfere with my grief,
For it is my doing: I have driven my world insane,
and by doing so I have sealed my fate in sorrow.
Let me but feel the piercing guilt - let me
chastise myself, for I have been playing with fire.
I played with a heart and now that heart
Has dictated the mind to lose sight of reality.

Let me but sigh - I have lost my kin
Because I was wary of an entity that was rapidly
losing grip. The mind, most playful thing, can go blind:
It can fail to see the truth and create illusions
of ghosts and conspiracies and the like.
Let me feel the regret in my actions, and find unrest
in never knowing that someday I will be forgiven.

Let me drown in my despair, for I have no road
Left to undertake, for I have taken one that is bleak.
It leads me to the water, and the water lures me so -
I wish to put an end to this guilt, this suffering.
Or must I? Who am I to decide my fate, as I have
played, and thus decided, the fates of those around me?
I should not be so arrogant, and yet the water summons me..