Ophelia's Tears

I cried a pool of crimson tears,
Saw my reflection bathed in fears.
I walked to the edge of nowhere,
Wondering if it's worth life to care.

Destruction by my own shaking hand,
Drowning myself was a means to an end.
Sorrow was my cold last drink,
Counting to three so I wouldn't think.

She came to me as a pallid ghost,
When I was on the peak of almost.
She spoke of dreams thrown away,
Told me she'd cherish one more day.

She watched me wasting my youth,
Said she wished she had seen the truth.
Giving up was not the right way out,
As it was cheap and left no room for doubt.

I watched her cry silently for me,
Sopping wet and poised to flee.
I thought about her pained warning,
Decided I would wake the next morning.

Reviews

[MOON]

Well written , love the idea of Ophelia as your guardian angel.

[Haunt]

It's moving to have someone cry for you, for any reason; sadness, worry, joy . . . and the tears we shed speak volumes more than the three little words we speak.

[Marie]

Yes, I've read Hamlet. Interesting concept--a ghost giving you warning about killing yourself. The plot of a story I haven't written yet.