silly
thoughts and worthless dreams flooded my mind
yesterday,
and this morning too, like pounding waves
leaving me
to lick my lips to taste its saltiness;
vain glory
of poetry is that which i am seeking
in this
world, walking on roads paved with eggshells
and leading
to nowhere, an absent heaven!
poised
moments do surface in that ocean, but to dive
leaving the
shore and light into the darkness of depth
a Dutch
courage i lack; for what if the road does not continue
to that
peace and nothingness i crave with great intensity;
hell if i
end up without Sylvia Plath being there!
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