Written after reading Othello. Emilia's reflections about Iago after Desdemona dies. |
If Only He hid underneath the masks. Honesty, trust, bravery But I saw him. He knew he held you; He thought I was his captive. He suffocated you with charm. Not me. I saw it all. The insincerity; the manipulation But I never unveiled him. Why? Because I loved him. He was everybody’s ally And nobody’s friend. I knew the deceit. Tactics were just tactics. He would never hurt them. Never. Repeat the words, Repeat them into truth. Love is a consuming fire: A manufactured light. It exposed you as it blinded me. Love is a guiding light Until an innocent soul burns out; Her cries extinguish my love. I wasn’t blind to you, Yet love enveloped me with silence. I was mute. Am I to blame? All the world’s a stage. Destined to play a role, Am I to blame? Love is dangerous. Forged joy and artificial hope; The pride of a vulnerable fool. Am I to blame? I could’ve exposed you; Turned the light on you. But you held my heart And I am to blame. Because I loved you. I would love you ‘til I die. Now? In my heart, her blood flows. The corpse of a once animated body Now imprisons my guilt. My truth, carved into her wound. And I see, If only I’d have said something … |