Poem: The Bed Stand


Sylvia Plath fell for a man

That shot her in the heart

And left her

With

Pills by a bed.

 

The passion

The hope

The wish

For a love.

 

A person

To love.

 

Can bleed

Perpetual

Heartache.

 

I prefer a bed stand with flowers.

 

And some weed.

 


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    Last reviewed: 9 Jun 2013

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