The glass onion

by timzauto

Over the years it has come about

Layers of feelings , passed over with doubt

Year after year the layers are built

Some not as thick , but never they wilt

I try to look out at the life that I lost

Only to see that, which blurry’s my thought

Starting to peel these layers in vain

Only to find it lets out my pain

Finally I’ve ripped to the problem I need

It’s an emotional thought , I don’t need to bleed

No bruising  , no cutting , I will find my way

With feelings , no problems will ever outweigh


7 Comments to “The glass onion”

  1. Yes, as the years go by, the layers can increase. I love this. We can tackle those layers without “bleeding”.

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