You took my breath, SylviaA Poem by Frieda Pexhaled an insurgence of reckless words onto the pages in an impetuous squeeze aspirations bled disasters of pen's toxic desire insanity's reflections within polarizing ink plummeting souls of a menacing sundown's revival tormenting praise's influence pain's abysmal grip hero's name written in shadows of colossus jar'd phrases before departure off daddy's ledge upon graffiti'd walls of Sylvia's egg rock psyche knocking the world's poetic axis sideways in madness relegated to darkness, terrifying bump in the night metaphors of an untimely light passage's prerogative gone of each labor'd breath's confessional release sword bled a crimson siphon of exhaust's final tilt melancholy chants of 'I Am' resonate in my head brag of a familiar beat that collapsed a b*****d heart footsteps knocked at the wither'd mushroom sighs in notes left beyond a carbon monoxide winter's gate © 2014 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on April 19, 2014Last Updated on April 19, 2014 Tags: Sylvia Plath, reckless, melancholy 'I Am', brag, heart, insanity, daddy, mushroom, final, poetic madness AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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