Desperately Seeking Sylvia

sylviasearcher

Sylvia didn't have a clue about people

She told herself awhile the whole world

Was Wrong

Truth is, was she

Did not belong.

 

Of course there is something about being apparently human

Which compelled her 

To Try

She tried with kindness, but learned

That humans are not kind.

 

She made inhumane noises

Painting pictures

Woe is me!

Vomiting too much information

For anyone who would look

To see.

 

She emptied her guts

All over their clean floor

Spewing and spitting

Until her insides

Were no more.

 

Sylvia didn't have a clue about people

But now her soul is inside out

Mopped up

Messed up

Put out.

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2018 02:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is not an ode to Sylvia Plath, who I hold in the highest regard and see as insightful. It is just how I was feeling today about my failed attempts at existing in this human world. 😶
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  • Michael Edwards

    It's a long time since I read any of her work - this makes me want to revisit a great poet.

    • sylviasearcher

      I love Sylvia. Her poetry is amazing. Her life too tragic.

      I was thinking of her quote but really relating it to my own lack of social skills



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