I can hear the blood pumping through my ears, my heart is
racing faster than any other exquisite feeling I have ever encountered. Why did
I do this? Why did the thoughts of becoming powerful blind me from seeing the
consequences? I have failed at so many things that have left me in this
position of death. Sleepless nights of guilt and fear have left me shaken. I didn’t
think too much of it. Killing Duncan seemed like a simple thing to do. Stab
him, and the life of power and status would simply come to us like a bee to a
flower. How wrong was I. The blood I
regularly saw on my hands was just a figment of my imagination. Horrible
knowledge of killing a person has left me buried 6 feet underground. What surprised
me the most was my husband. As we lived a wondrous life together he went behind
my back and did things without notifying me. Uncanny things that left me
wondering what went on in his mind. The loving caring man I had once come to
known changed his appearance and became a devil of all cruel things. As I look
back at it now and see the truth unravel before me, I am left stunned. My “lover”
and his beliefs in prophecies are out of control. Twice he met with the
witches. Twice! O me! Macbeth was always one who firmly believed in superstitions.
His understanding of his title from the witches took his understanding of power
to a different world. In addition to his emotion of feeling threat from Banquo,
became unbearable. Finding out the death of Banquo was directed by Macbeth is
leaving me breathless. It is not possible. No! My darling could not be
responsible of such crime.
O me! The death of Banquo! His reoccurrence at the
banquet after his death is not possible! Me thought it was only just a guilt
phase. I was left embarrassed of his atrocious behavior when in reality he was only
stating the truth. I do not understand why he would do such a thing. I cannot
take this anymore! His wrong doing of murdering Macduff’s family cannot be
right. Why Lord! This is not my husband; this is a killer, a murderer! If I had
only kept my mouth shut, if only I did not let the thinking of power and status
come into my head like a disease, we would all be alive and living a peaceful life.
Regret and guilt is all I feel. My death is a reflection of my stupidity. I
feel full responsible of my horrendous judgement. O me, do I wish to redo
everything! O Macbeth, how will you get
out of this?
I can hear the blood pumping through my ears, my heart is
racing faster than any other exquisite feeling I have ever encountered. Why did
I do this? Why did the thoughts of becoming powerful blind me from seeing the
consequences? I have failed at so many things that have left me in this
position of death. Sleepless nights of guilt and fear have left me shaken. I didn’t
think too much of it. Killing Duncan seemed like a simple thing to do. Stab
him, and the life of power and status would simply come to us like a bee to a
flower. How wrong was I. The blood I
regularly saw on my hands was just a figment of my imagination. Horrible
knowledge of killing a person has left me buried 6 feet underground. What surprised
me the most was my husband. As we lived a wondrous life together he went behind
my back and did things without notifying me. Uncanny things that left me
wondering what went on in his mind. The loving caring man I had once come to
known changed his appearance and became a devil of all cruel things. As I look
back at it now and see the truth unravel before me, I am left stunned. My “lover”
and his beliefs in prophecies are out of control. Twice he met with the
witches. Twice! O me! Macbeth was always one who firmly believed in superstitions.
His understanding of his title from the witches took his understanding of power
to a different world. In addition to his emotion of feeling threat from Banquo,
became unbearable. Finding out the death of Banquo was directed by Macbeth is
leaving me breathless. It is not possible. No! My darling could not be
responsible of such crime.
O me! The death of Banquo! His reoccurrence at the
banquet after his death is not possible! Me thought it was only just a guilt
phase. I was left embarrassed of his atrocious behavior when in reality he was only
stating the truth. I do not understand why he would do such a thing. I cannot
take this anymore! His wrong doing of murdering Macduff’s family cannot be
right. Why Lord! This is not my husband; this is a killer, a murderer! If I had
only kept my mouth shut, if only I did not let the thinking of power and status
come into my head like a disease, we would all be alive and living a peaceful life.
Regret and guilt is all I feel. My death is a reflection of my stupidity. I
feel full responsible of my horrendous judgement. O me, do I wish to redo
everything! O Macbeth, how will you get
out of this?
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