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Essay On Macbeth Monologue

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I have done it. He was the last one. The life of the innocent young boy standing before me seemed to melt away as the fear in his eyes gradually came to a halt. I should have carried on, but like a fool I looked back at him, and for the first time in years, I felt remorse. Lying there limp, his once soulful eyes had tears making their way down his gentle cheeks. Killing men and women has never been an issue for me, and I always thought killing a child would be no more challenging, but oh was I wrong. I just cannot look at his empty eyes without the overwhelming realization of what I had done taking control of me; this innocent boy who lying before me will never live the long life which was planned for him. I had stolen something powerful from him that was not mine to take, and now I am unable to give it back.
It may be my subconscious pardoning me of my deed, but I am now wondering; is he better off this way? I had not spared his mother, and once Macbeth is finished with Macduff, this boy would have been orphaned, with no …show more content…

The wind slowly robbing my body of the strength to carry on, and my mind, of the will power to persist. At least he was not as young as I had been when my parents were taken from me. To be honest, I have no idea how I survived, nor do I remember why my parents were taken from me so horribly. I suppose my father had gotten himself in some trouble with work which required retribution. The only happy memory I have of them is of the three of us playing together with toy soldiers. The bloodcurdling screams of my mother and the images of their lives slowly leaving their bodies are deeply embedded in my mind. I was told to run, but I was just a child, I did not realise what this man was doing until it was too late. It is scary to realize how fast you can lose someone you

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