My Friends

You must start where you see yourself

In Whitman first

Then in Plath

Whitman is my inspiration, my hope

But Plath is my reality

I live vicariously through Walt

But Sylvia knows who I am

I find life fascinating and beautiful

But I want to end it

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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