She is called beatiful and pure,
but never dared to be called witty or smart
She walks with grace and poise,
though her feet twitches to run far and away
Her mouth is only used to agree, obey, and say
"Ay, my lord" over and over, like a bird repeating the master's orders
They're all just masters above her aren't they?
Giving her calculated stares, wondering how to use her in the game
The game-- one she has no choice in playing in
She's starting to lose herself now
Wondering who she even is anymore
Does she still have the ability to make her own decisions?
She can't remember
Being used and tossed around can make someone lose their sanity
She's hanging by a thread,
a thread thin but stable,
Until her lover killed her father
She's gone now
Merely just a shadow of a beautiful girl,
Her screams echo the castle,
The scent of the flowers she wildly picks reminding everyone of the mistakes they made
Her eyes are wide open, mouth used for finally speaking her mind
Her pain is so explosive she becomes numb to feeling
She disappears until whispers echo along the hall
Didn't you hear? Beautiful, pure Ophelia finally let go.
*Based on Shakespeare's play "Hamlet" and on the character Ophelia (obviously)
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Waves Don't Die
PoetryTitle alludes to Kanye West's song Waves. The world is full with stories-- it's hard not to get lost in them. Dedicated to Breanna706 and Aanokhi, thanks for pushing me to do this💕 love you guys
