Ode to Sylvia

Sylvia Plath

There is greatness in madness because madness never lies.

While she sleeps she envies but when awake she seizes the floating skies.

She abandoned her love for a phantom figure.

A pit so wide she never understood why it lingered.

The shadows were made of empty untold memories that she felt should have been lived.

Yet instead they rested in her heart poisoning every limb.

Starving without a mouth to feed, she bled out her soul in words.

Reviews

[cheyenne summer garcia]

that was rough
well done
let me know what you think of my writiings

[AKhaus]

thank you I will check out your writing :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...she bled out her soul in words." Perhaps no truer words were ever spoken.

[AKhaus]

thank you very much, I've always adored her