The Onion

I peeled the onion
A layer shredded
Sent to oblision
Yet I dreaded
The heart of
The warped
Onion

With tis stained magenta glass surface
Amalgamating with every droplet
Of tears
Into each word engraved in my sight

I dropped the onion

Destitute of hope and love and faith

I walked away

I turned back

I picked it up again.