To Be Or Not To Be?

I wrote this poem after falling in love with Shakespeare. I didn't write it to copy his in anyway, I guess you could call it a response poem...

"To Be Or Not To Be: The Question"

To be you ask, or not? To be, or to understand?
This is the question you beseech of me;
As though this answered would bring a resting to your soul...

To sleep; - as though to drift to death.
This death of which flesh is heir to,
causing not delay when heart-ache is within its grasp.

To sleep, perchance to dream;
To dream of time before the calamity
Of the oppressor's wrong.

Who is he that holds such power over life,
to cause the weary to grunt and sweat,
with the dread of something after death.

The there after a land of which no traveller has returned,
by his own will or power...
Only that of God alone.

~Sarah~Mechelle~