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Sylvia Plath
am i insane?
like red poppies
under the rain...
am i insane?
my red air
is growing...
as a flame...
fame
of he nazi
tame.
so white
the light
the devil came.
overwhelmed
by the streets
in poetry
insanity
fits.
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Free verse
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Jackweb
Fri, 2022-04-08 17:07
Some times poetry comes in
Some times poetry comes in form of torment. I believe you are questioning your inspiration in rhetorical questiion. Master piece!
"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".
~Jackweb