THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT
sylvia plath is DEAD
hey Sylvia
I understand
its not easy
having
a dysfunctional brain
one to powerful
for a mere human
frame
long days and horrific
nights
battling until
you are exhausted
you want to cry
but it wouldn't help
you want to scream
but no one is
listening
its a common thing
but knowing that
is pointless
just keep writing
for some odd reason
for some compulsive
compulsion
and you do it well
creating in hell
trapped in the bell
jar
inside your invisible
prison
no one can find
no one has the key
at least now
you have peace
but it didn't
have to happen
but then again
nothing has to happen
or does it?
Sylvia Plath is Dead