The Closed Path of Sylvia Plath

Beneath the moon's melancholy glow, Inclosed secrets began to grow. A journey cut, a tale untold, In the closed path, emotions unfold. Her words, a labyrinth of despair, Yet beauty in each poetic layer. Through the closed path, a haunting maze, Sylvia danced in poetic daze. The bell jar's grip, a heavy shroud, In the closed path, whispers loud. Yet, in her verse, a resilient spark, A glimpse of light within the dark. Through metaphors and poignant lines, Sylvia's spirit forever shines. In the closed path, a poignant song, Resonates, eternally strong.