Layers upon layers upon layers
Peel back one to reveal another
Inside each just more players
So thick they make me smother
Like an onion they just go deeper
Open them one at a time to see
Way down inside I'm not a keeper
In rotted core there is no me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Layers may be anything that hides things... It's a lovely poem with a message. Thanks.