Sylvia

Oh look! I lost another life today.

I didn’t look up to see the moon again.

But I guess the clouds wouldn’t have let me anyway.

I drew a line at the end of the stairs, while I counted to 3 and tried to breathe again.

I didn’t see that cat today. Maybe it lost its way in the dark again.

I ran a little to feel something, while all I felt was empty again.

I didn’t let my hair down today, not that it is pretty and long again.

I read some lines while I stared at my book

But all that came to my mind was Sylvia Plath, again.