Watching Hamlet, and his grieving
Then more, fall down tired,
Fall down by their own acquired
Drowsy eyes blinking slowly breathing retreated never snoring,
Yells him "Tell me more!"
Then look at my drawing, imagine it speaking
Interrupted, student walking, into class, late as before
The drawing protests, "black as I am", look once more in its face,
Stops it now, Will arises, drugged as never before.
Regards Hamlet, this "Tell me more!"
Some head are up, more are down,
Tilted, learning, reading, writing, avoid Hamlet's onward whining
I hear a voice, calling me, demanding it is
It speak "Tell me more!"
His name is not, that in our language,
Unspoken and with feeling. He overwhelms me, my heart is pounding. Anxiety rising, sweating, frantic
I cannot withstand this longer more
My thoughts are spinning, entangled on a web
Each relating, a strand will break, and yet I will
Still be here tomorr', not the same as once before.
It will not call "Tell me more!"
No one hears me, me I am calling! Out for reach, they ignore.
Self protecting is their priority, not me, this minority
I have to stop, continue onwards into this,
deep explore
