Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
was my favourite poetess
still so beautiful
up to her death
beautiful poems
stored in her mind
even in her grave
they are inside
poems can hide you
if your unhappy inside
you can write
but your sight
isnt always right
she took her life
before the poem
that night
no stars shone
from her ceiling
her pen had no light
why did she do it ?
poems are life
the words ran
from the pen
and the mind
This poem is about:
Our world