had to write a poem for class about a character from Macbeth, I used Lady Macbeth. We had to reference 3-4 major events and characters emotions and or thoughts towards it.
Events that caused me to stir at night, wander around full of fright.
Caused by my husband Macbeth; pushing me to the break of death.
Starring at an empty chair causing all to wonder what was truly there?
Attempting to pull it together, while breaking inside.
His screaming insanities leaving all to question, why?
Even me: his own wife.
For I knew nothing, he kept all a secret, numbing me with trepidation. Full of anticipation bestowed when his was near.
It had all changed from when it began.
At first it was only Duncan, but then one became two, two became three and as life would have it three became four.
I feared for my life sleeping next to him at night.
For I agonized I would be next. I trembled at his touch and quivered at his sight.
I ushered everyone out and lay my head down that night.
Thoughts’ screaming in my mind, trying to find what was right.
I was like a lost child in a murderous war. The daunting depths which I had twisted were haunting me evermore.
I saw that night over and over, playing endlessly in my head.
Guilt had consumed my mind, the poor lost victims so innocent so blind.
I tried to ignore: convince my mind I had done right. But the mind isn’t that solemn, it isn’t that kind.
I ended my walking late one night. Tears trickling down my checks, I took my own life. The fear had taken over: penetrating my mind.
I watched Macbeth, longing to help, with desire and love but not for who he had become.
My yearnings caused hallow tears to pang at my eye sockets desiring to grace cheeks, but unable to leave their home.
For I was frozen, they couldn’t move.
I could not help him, I could only watch in utter despair.
He fought, a strong battle, but ended up here with his head on a stick, I had watched my wretched world shatter with fear.
Events that caused me to stir at night, wander around full of fright.
Caused by my husband Macbeth; pushing me to the break of death.
Starring at an empty chair causing all to wonder what was truly there?
Attempting to pull it together, while breaking inside.
His screaming insanities leaving all to question, why?
Even me: his own wife.
For I knew nothing, he kept all a secret, numbing me with trepidation. Full of anticipation bestowed when his was near.
It had all changed from when it began.
At first it was only Duncan, but then one became two, two became three and as life would have it three became four.
I feared for my life sleeping next to him at night.
For I agonized I would be next. I trembled at his touch and quivered at his sight.
I ushered everyone out and lay my head down that night.
Thoughts’ screaming in my mind, trying to find what was right.
I was like a lost child in a murderous war. The daunting depths which I had twisted were haunting me evermore.
I saw that night over and over, playing endlessly in my head.
Guilt had consumed my mind, the poor lost victims so innocent so blind.
I tried to ignore: convince my mind I had done right. But the mind isn’t that solemn, it isn’t that kind.
I ended my walking late one night. Tears trickling down my checks, I took my own life. The fear had taken over: penetrating my mind.
I watched Macbeth, longing to help, with desire and love but not for who he had become.
My yearnings caused hallow tears to pang at my eye sockets desiring to grace cheeks, but unable to leave their home.
For I was frozen, they couldn’t move.
I could not help him, I could only watch in utter despair.
He fought, a strong battle, but ended up here with his head on a stick, I had watched my wretched world shatter with fear.