And suddenly I felt

 I am all alone 

 in this crowd 

And I felt 

 like I am sinking 

 amidst the ocean 

 of voices 

Unable to talk 

Words indecipherable 

Unable to breathe 

Air too thick 

Unable to walk

 Each steps weighing 

And slowly I saw myself

 tumbling down the spiral

 Too steep to hold on 

Too deep to see

 the end, in between

 the dark and light.

Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962"— Sylvia Plath  

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