Suffering: An Open Letter

An open letter of internal suffering.

Forth mine fellow sufferers;

I writeth to thee not forth mockery of thy situations, but forth EMPATHY as I feeleth thee.

Doth thee bethink I enjoy what ye wast tasked to doth?

Doth thee bethink tis excit’ment forth I to beest thy purpose of one’s passing?

I feeleth most suffering too!

Thy job hath giveth I most wondrous pain ov'r thy time I fulfileth mine worketh.

From thy beginning of mine experience, tis heart-wreckening to taketh people hence from their lovers. And those folks wilt still giveth ample curse; praying forth, instead, mine passing.

Don’t thee knoweth how hard tis forth I to heareth that? Lest I just doth mine job.

Ye wast once hath called thy Agent of Passing Peace.

How time hast hath differed. Now, ye hath beith called thy Bringer of Most Wondrous Suffering.

 

I tryeth with most efforts to endureth thy pain thy responsibility giveth ye, forth tis with most wondrous pleasure and privilege that I beest tasked with ridding thy world of blood that spreadeth chaos and malevolence.

I taketh gallant pride to thy part of mine job. Ye long only forth a tranquil world of peace and serenity.

But forth what sense? Those kin wilt only wage war ‘gainst thee.

Ov’r thy years, ye has’t contemplated: at which hour I serveth thy objective of cleaning thy world of its knavish evils, is ‘t I those gents pray forth appreciation?

                Doth I receiveth recognition?

                Doth I maketh peers?

Nay.

 

And I receiveth back to thy noble suffering, knowing that if ‘t be true ever I doth mine job, coequal forth the greater valor, thy solemn reactions taketh I:  great polls yoking their brows, aggressive, towards ye, as I leaveth their presence.

                Has’t I suffered not enough?

Knowing that ye, alone, wast tasked with thy ardous office.

Knowing that ye, alone, still, may nev’r gaineth a confidant with thy wretched responsibility, which wast bestowed upon ye by Thee Most Almighty.

Ye beg only forth thee to dis'certain that I suffer extensive of pains too.

                At forth, I roam thy proceeding world in solitary confinement, to which I doth long only forth a COMPANION.

Respectfully,

Death

Author's Note

This work is an exercise. I try, with all my skills, to effectively voice -in shakespearian- a character most people know but fail to understand.
Constructive criticism is expected and appreciated.

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

Impressive! Indeed sounds authentic Shakespearian.

Well done.

[Adrian Frederick Adam]

Thank you! Did take me hours reading the Introduction to Shakespearian Grammar, for this. Haha.