Sylvia Plath Poem by Michael James Ajani

I knew you were pained, of sad memories that left scars,
Life do sucks and deep inside sometimes hurt, is it only on earth? I don't know if does exist in Mars.
A cake of soap, wedding ring, gold filling merry and party,
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there made you left at thirty.

Why do you have to? Sylvia, I keep asking myself this rhetorical question, are you to be blame?
Who knows, if it were me I would have do the same.
Your writings has left an imagery of you, beautiful soul, pure heart.
Can you hear me? Are you in heaven the promised paradise Sylvia? Oh! I can't hear you I'm stucked on earth.