Onions and Tears

How
Do we
Explain this?
Where
Do I go
To find
Hope?

From
Where the
Moon left us
I
Held my tears
With soaked
Hands.

Look
Behind
Just for a
While
Silently
I pled
Loud.

Lost
Between
An onion
Curve
The tears will
Pour hard
Now.

Here
Waiting
For the wave
To
Carry all
I can’t
Keep.

Victor Oyedele