I've been peeling this onion
And shedding the obvious tears
Each layer
Exposing new fears
From anger
Toxicity nears
Shall we sacrifice our young
Searching for peace in the coming years
Shall genocide resolve propagation
And end the laughter in our ears
At what cost
Shall this future trade
With reconditioned tears
The higher stock is made
And with onions in my eye sockets
I'm eternally afraid
That as each layer is peeled
A new tear is unlaid
Categories:
umbel, political,
Form: I do not know?
...
Its
voice,
a rhyme,a
charm,
echo
o f
time
forever
gone , piercing into
bulky stillness of night, crowned
by the solitude of silence, silhouettes
and shadows ,dancing under an umbel of
darkness, ever so present. slowly it
swims, on a crystal lake, gentle breeze
ruffles its silky silver feathers,
---- a soothing touch of relief, a refreshing smile---------------
The mirror couldn’t hide, its bleeding
grief, an ending saga of ridicule, but
it reflected a courage to survive,
that even grey shades couldn’t conquer.
It was not just a reflection ,but an
image of its reality,
veiled
under
a soul
hurt
but
pure.Will
she swim
out.
Categories:
umbel, hope, sad
Form: Shape