Onits Zuku

Onits Zuku Mar 2018

Sting

Cinnamon
Nutmeg,
Mixed spice,
Flour floats in the air,
Warmth and warm smiles,
Music dances through the room,
Light shines gold,
The shuffling of feet and bursts of broad laughter,
Joy.

Must,
Musk,
Salt,
Black and white,
Grandpa wipes a tear off his face,
A woman wails at the back,
A solemn man mumbles at the front,
White light shades the room,
Nana is dead.

#death #sad #remeber

Onits Zuku Mar 2018

Fear

You could not see it but knew it was there,
Sweat gluing you to the sheets,
Your body stiff,
Lips cracked and throat dry,
There it is again,
The floor boards creak
pearcing your ears,
Your imagination leaks into reality,
You feel a claw tap your shoulder,
Your eyes open
And there it is lying in front of you,
Screaming in silence.

You tried to stop it once,
Close the curtains,
Turn the lights on,
But it was there,
Waiting for you.

Wrote this to late at night

Onits Zuku Mar 2018

The Thief

Cry, be sad
Honestly,
Who cares,
It seems as though thats all your good for,
Being a good friend?
Loving,caring, friendly are the words that should come to mind,
But no.
You dump your problems,
Like trash,
On to others,
Saying:
“Im just letting go”
But really your attaching yourself,
Like a parasite,
Injecting your melancholy into our bloodstreams,
Sickening even the best of us,
And of course,
When someone complains,
Its because they hate you!
Or find you annoying!
But what if they love you,
But no,
You just cry,
Be sad,
Honestly
Who cares.

— The End —