a poem on othello

[emopoet]

i've always wanted to write a poem 'bout othello. it's only now though that i was able to express my thoughts properly. pls. read and tell me what you think....

Othello
His hands were cold
When he placed them
On her neck
In solemn death grip.
She sighed her sighs.
Had cried her tears.
He was possessed.
Anger,
Coursing through every vein
Of him.
And yet she could not break
Her love for him
And let herself
Die.