Today I felt like Sylvia Plath. <br />The triteness of the present took my breath away. <br /> <br />Indifferent faces, hurrying, jostling on this anonymous street <br />My thoughts were fractal, I stood alone <br />Unable to keep up with those hurrying feet. <br /> <br />Why does life go on this way. <br />Where do people go to, these hustling crowds? <br />Where do I go to when I am alone? <br /> <br />I've no gifts of repartee; no, not even enough sense <br />Not to handle hot coals. All my life I've fought <br />And rebelled...and often lost. <br /> <br />In this twilight world, things are left undone. <br />In this silent world my brain fumbles and tries <br />To write, to form, reform and conform. <br /> <br />Thus, shutting out the present, drawing the blinds <br />I write these lines, trite, but I tried <br />Today I felt like Sylvia Plath. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-i-felt-like-sylvia-plath-i/
