Final Act

Congratulations my dear Hamlet, 
You’ve reached the final act!
Now you want to give an encore,
But there’s nobody left to clap.

Who do you even want to share the stage with?
My boy, you’re killing everyone around you!
Even Ophelia is gone.
And we both know she won’t be coming back.

Why, why, why oh Hamlet, are you asking for an epilogue 
When I already told you, I cannot help you with that? 
I told you, I didn’t want to direct another drama!
But yet, you’re insisting to play?!
Who, who, who my silliy boy, would pay 
To throw roses at an empty stage?

Rage, rage, rage my dear Hamlet,
But Ophelia has left the cage.
She escaped. Please don’t ask me how,
Please don’t ask me where she is now.
Please don’t ask me to give her a message,

The curtains are drawn,
And now you must face the consequences 
Of your own wreckage.
The moral of this story:
Love that was given can be taken away.

Dear Hamlet, please go home.
You must feel so empty up there all alone.


                                                                                           © Elena Natroshvili
                                                                                           IG: 16minutepoetry