In the quiet of the night, all but myself are asleep. Darkness shrouds me like a cloth over my head that doesn’t seem to have an edge to grasp, no matter how hard I tug. The candle beside me flickers and my shadow matches. I wonder if the cloth will catch. Every second stretches out into eternity and the walls stomp forward with each one. The floor beneath me rattles with the barriers and I begin to shake. I feel as though I am deaf to external noise and am subject to only the voices inside my own head. It is here in the solitude I once found comfort in that I face the cost of my ambition. “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day.” (Macbeth 149) Those words ring truer than they ever have before. Every moment is another step towards an inevitable end in which I cannot see, but can feel its …show more content…
The corners of this room are turning sinister, not from my own restless mind, but from another presence. The faces of those that I murdered appear behind my eyes. “O, full of scorpions is my mind” (Macbeth 79). I can feel their accusing stares stabbing me repeatedly. As I write by the window left ajar, warm air floods the base of my neck. The old floorboards creek gently as if whispering forgotten secrets. Duncan. He has come to remind me of my treachery. I know he is near, but as I turn to look, his body is not. But, my mind does not deceive me. I am certain his spirit is as confined to the four walls of this room as I am. I know that he is watching me. Haunting me. He knows what I have done. I can hear his whispers of disloyalty in every corner of my mind. The witches are here too. Their words ricochet from seemingly every direction: “All hail Macbeth, hail to thee thane of Cawdor! All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!” (Macbeth 16) Their voices once filled me with hope, but now leave me