I Am An Orange

Ice cold steel,
is all I feel

Trapped inside,
like an orange in it's peel

Use a knife to cut me out
watch the juices start to flow out

Citrus smell fills the room
the smell of a murderer's perfume

But there is no mystery,
I am the culprit and the victim
It was all me,
I brought myself to an end.

This fruit lays out to spoil
insides exposed, future plans soiled

once discovered,
it's thrown in the trash

they'll do the same to me
You'll see I'm thinking rash

the difference is,
between an orange and me,
when I'm buried in the ground
I won't sprout into a tree.


26/10/2017