Ophelia
Pity for Ophelia, the poor girl committed suicide
She worried too much, all her emotions on the inside
The world goes on, barely noticing the girl who died
People like Ophelia always moan about being losers
How their life isn't perfect and they see death as cures
They have forgotten their way and sodden inner fires
People are dumbfounded by suicidal desire
There is always something to live for, something to aspire
In this whole wide world there is always things to do before you expire
So now I ask you dear Ophelia
Certainly there was something on this Earth sacred to Gaia?
Death isn't the answer, nor is being a pariah
February 2012.