Hamlet's Diary by John Mathis

This piece was taken from the archives of the Mother Theresa Hackelmeier Library on Marian University's main campus. It was originally published in Volume 51, Number 1 by the 1992-1993 Fioretti students.

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'Tis a bleak night for my soul.

I fear that my heart pumps pitch and bile.

While any wholesome though becomes

Inexorably lost in the labyrinth of my head.

I am lost without my father

like a five summers lad in the woods.

Yet it seems that the beastliness of the forest

has found sanctuary in these hallowed halls

and sleeps with the hunter's wife.

Zooks! Why do I have to be whole?

If a heart did not fill my chest,

Hamlet's passing would here and gone,

and the shrouds could rid the land

of this murderous king and adulterous wife,

and fear not the wrath of God.

Alas, the news is worse than before.

The guards have noticed a ghost on the walls,

not speaking but asking all the same.

Some say that it has the likeness of the King.

I go to see and bring my strength in youth,

If it be my father, I'll get the truth.