Identity Poem by Lucia Daramus
Identity
by Lucia Daramus
I am in the dark
the death pushes me
the light is in my soul
Who will see it?
I play of life and death
the trees claws bite me
do not cry when I die
I play of Sylvia Plath
I am Sylvia Plath.
I live in a continue numbness
I enter in my mind like a lioness
I torn myself on the inside
I hurt myself, I do not know to cry
I will soon die, soon
I play of Sylvia Plath
I am Sylvia Plath.
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4/18/2024 9:51:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Write comment. Such a lovely start, Lucia. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks.