onion

 layers upon layers like an onion



the day the words they all pile up




slowly unoticeably




their stench wafts inside your senses




the pungent odourous aroma




of all the negative vile





possibilities




each small thing




that is allowed to creep by us




is a layer




that is allowed to build





growing stronger this




seed of resentment and




anger




is allowed to flow




inside us





making our souls cold




and ruling our lives without




us




ever stopping to take notice




each thing we allow to hurt us





words said




actions taken




by others



is a layer




of hate




of selfishess thought




made each day




by our unactions





our ability to fight the negativity




weakens




each time we




decide not to fight




not to allow others to




affect and effect our lives