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Emulation of Shakespeare's Soliloquy 'To Be Or Not To Be' from the play 'Hamlet' By: Jake Jollimore To feel or not to feel – that is the question: Whether ‘tis more gentle to be numb And devoid of all emotion, Than to face this wicked mental pain Amidst the violent commotion. To cry, to feel foulest hatred— No more – and by shutting down moral thought Destroy the part that makes weak and frail our minds—what beats; The organ sweet— ‘Tis but flesh and blood A soul within there’s not. To ache, to feel— To feel, constant; without rest. Ay, there’s the con, For in constant feeling one will surely err When we are thinking too much in depth Must we—we must—do wrong. That creates the weakness in feeling. For who wants the mind to be logically bereft, Clouded by morals, Waning amidst the pressures of life ev’ry day, The soul always crushed, making matters far worse, Destroyed and dark in an invisible tomb, Torn and ravaged by what other souls have wrought, And the searing rage That burns within and is as a contagious infection, When are they filled by my Rage explosion; noisy expulsion? Who blocks the pain of every day, To yell, whimper and want to leave this foul existence, But that the horror that something may be missed while floating, The days that pass wanting our presence and Rich words unspoken While the others mourn for a bit, Wishing we had stayed around Instead of seeking that ultimate calmness? Thus the chance of losing life and face does close off this blazen trail, And thus the rest of silence sweet Is tainted by the guilt we would be consumed by, Before the deed was done with; complete With this regard the chain will go on And lose not life in favor of a soul to lack. Please remember: all feedback is greatly appreciated, whether positive or negative, just so long as it's honest.
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