Blood-born hatred consumes my very soul
I hate the part of me that bears my name
All of the world’s joy could not console
Me from my father’s ill-inspired blame
To kill my worst is to kill my best
And I reject that tainted suicide
No matter the extent that I’m depressed
It’s not enough to cast my life aside
I wish I could just shun the genes he gave
And reject the piece of me I despise
But there is nothing I can do to save
Myself the tears that flood out of my eyes
I must speak this before I lose my mind
He’s little more than kin – and less than kind
Author notes
It's inspired by the line "He's more than kin and less than kind" from Hamlet. I took it in another direction. I hope you don't mind the paraphrasing in the last line.
A contest entry
- Shakespeare Inspired by Aerlynne.
475 points, ended June 2, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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I like the direction you took it, it's quite original. Maybe this is because I actually got sleep last night, but I am going to keep this, even with incredibly slight paraphrasing.
Thank you for entering!
~ Kit
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