A sharp sadness, diffused at twilight, <br />Haloed my head; The grief could not be driven away. <br />And even if it went, I bereft, <br />Would remain grieving. I would think all day <br />The night was a penetenciary <br />A gate I couldn't pass. <br /> <br />So often wondering which path to take <br />Sometimes the pain of living on frugal emotion <br />Would categorically just drive me mad <br /> <br />I wanted to see the emotion I poured into people's lives <br />Come pouring into mine fom a stranger's eyes, <br />I wanted the softness of the silk I wore <br />To protect me from the cynicism and sarcasm <br />Every kind of chasm; <br />And blazing emotion to come in and drive <br />The demons from my soul <br />God, on what frugal emotion I dined! <br />Sometimes at twilight I just sat down and cried <br />Like Sylvia Plath I almost died. <br /> <br />Today I felt like Sylvia Plath <br />Chasing the nimbus on a saint's head. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-i-felt-like-sylvia-plath-ii/
