POETRY

THE POOR BEAUTIFUL ONION

She was beautiful at birth

Plumpy to perfection

With promissory juice

And was as fresh as the morning dew

Then it caught its owner’s eye

He searched frantically for its DNA

Which required he peeled her

So he peeled

And peeled

Until it reached the bottom of its lifespan

There was no sign of a shoot for replacement

It was then it dawned

He should have allowed it to grow to old age

And rot in order to give him what he needed

Dawning of dreary dawns depresses and depletes sorries

Sad

(Picture by Google pictures)

Tags MANIPULATIONS, ONIONS, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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