Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Might As Well


*If Khalil married Sara
What would become of me?
If Sylvia avoided the oven
Would poetry ever be free?

The two ignited love to the max
What is left for you or me?
The other killed my passions
The day she suffocated her key

I roam the wilderness in poetry
A lost sheep among roaming wolves
Should I succumb to life or death?
Which fate awaits my livelihoods?

I try to steer away from Plath
Yet genetically I am doomed
Like her I cannot find my path
With Sylvia’s path- I am consumed

Doom, doom, I might as well
Gloom gloom, my sealed tomb
The broom’s gloom whishing well
Death wish my womb’s plume


*Khalil Gibran
*Sara Teasdale

August 3th 2013
*Copyright Leaking Pen 2013*

Submitted: Friday, August 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 03, 2013
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