3: Come in and Rest

"come in, you friend,

come rest a while."

(hypocrites)

Find that moment,

bliss and utopia, rather?--

dissolution and weeping.

WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!

You got in my eyes!

Bitter old fool,

all you do is make me cry

a girls tears

a womans fears,

you monster.

You have no layers,

you grounded old thing;

onions don't belong in the fruit bowl.

Reviews

[Laura S-C]

I'm not sure if I viewed this the right way but I personally liked how while reading it I was led to believe someone had done something terrible to someone trying to be nice but then in the end it was just an onion making peoples eyes water. If that is what you intended the reader t think well done you did it beautifully, if it is not what you intended you wrote a lovely poem regardless. Well done.