I wrote this poem in memory of Sylvia Plath (1932-1963).
Sylvia
Your tormented soul
Rips open your heart
Misery floods
Engulfs your heart
Your tears roll down
Your pain stained cheeks
Your mind is empty
And your happiness leaks
A broken doll
A shattered glass
Wishing that
This storm would pass
They let you down
They squashed your contentment
Your beauty fades
Like bitter resentment
Although you're gone
You still are here
You'll live on
Your spirit's near
I turn the page
And strum the guitar
The music flows
The Bell Jar
Victoria Munro, 17
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