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