Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)

Ophelia

Count the ripples drip and bleed

Of blood or tears or ink?

The aftermath of agony

It's tragic, don't you think?

And I can't stand to think, yet I'm standing on the brink

Of open arms and open sea

The river soon shall welcome me

Of darkness and eternity

Death's warm touch shall set me free

Those piercing echoes in my mind

I'm sure to leave those woes behind

No more a myself, no more I sin

Let winter cease and fall begin

Again, again it follows me

And now, and now it's hard to breathe

I'll make it stop. I'll set me free

From crushing words and agony

And looking down it's all I see

A sinner staring back at me

And then my lord doth toucheth me

And then my lord doth scowl at me

And then my lord doth grabeth me

Of course my love doth hateth me

A fool was I who couldn't see

On Earth there is no place for me 

Again my lord doth telleth me

To "get thee to a nunnery"