When Hamlet questioned

his faculty

He did not know

what lay ahead

He was too slow

He was too late

A little speed

Could have made his day

Was he me?

or am I him?

My mind sufferes

My hope is dim

I never knew

I would not do

I could not do

I should not do

Why? I ask

Why me not you

sufferes when

I should not do

Was I wrong

Were you right

You my parents

were my guide

The decision was mine

should have been mine

Was I wrong

to make it thine

I cannot eat

I cannot sleep

I sob and laugh

I smile and weep

Answer me

No reply

My cry does not

leave my soul