Found Poetry 478

12/24/20

in tunnels like a darkroom
hard copper colors on faces
wear scars like necklaces
above, a city crumbles
waste piled in hills grey
half-people walking numb
with thoughts stuck in yesterdays

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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