Plath.

Plath saw the darkness trainable, though in her heart she knew

The light was something touchable, heaven found her true

You see she wasn't well at times, mistaken by a world outside

Within her heart she felt so deeply, and emptiness
She often cried

Beyond the times in knowledge, this lady fraught with demanding darkness, suicide become her aim

Competing not with anyone, and ending life had caused her fame

Though it was the sickness that turned her mind against herself

With all she had and left behind, ment more
Than any wealth.