What Ophelia Sees

What Ophelia Sees (FOR THE Painting What Ophelia Saw)

Reflections in the weeping water

A glassy surface

Twisting writhing with snakes

a willow bough

Catching and holding me back

weak branches that

Snap and fray

Betrayed by the weight

Of my despair

What need have I to care 

When no one can see

Lost father, lost lover

Lost me