Macbeth and Lady Macbeth,
The Bard's 1 Kings 16:31
He brings pain,
She allures delight.
Both strive for happiness,
Yet it seemed to fleeting.
As this Jacobean Ahab strikes,
There is joy in a beating.
How can it be that,
Pleasure and tragedy.
Intertwined so closely,
Like a twisted tapestry.
Pleasure to avoid pain,
To find some respite.
Yet Macbeth comes,
Ready to redden the night.
Mourning our losses,
Hearts heavy with grief.
But losing Macbeth,
Worries Jezebel.
But a worrisome noble,
Gives me some relief.
In the midst of the pain,
Widow finds strength.
Yet I found infatuation.
With a grateful heart.
Gratitude and thankfulness,
For every moment we're alive.
For the joy and sorrows,
The laughter and the cries.
Embracing a whimsical strife,
It gave meaning to life.
I shed my tears and fears,
For Macbeth and his Lady apart.
In the end, they are both pieces.
Of my lifeless heart.
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end.
Category: Free Verse Poetry
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