Sylvia plath
A women
That wanted
To be hugged by the angels
...
The world is against me
And I live in the world that
Is against me
I don't have any choice about that
...
I saw all the
Holes in her socks
And she had
So many
...
I bow to you
My God
The savior of my
Dying heart
...
My sweet sorrow
I had shared with
My God
And Now I will
...