The Death Poems: Collection 3

Blackberry

I saw how you stay there

Not letting anybody close to thee

Never letting yourself care

My satisfyingly sour blackberry

You are not fully matured

You have no hint of black

To you this world holds no allure

This world that cuts nobody slack

You always seem to want to come close

Why don't you come talk to me

With your almost sweetness of a rose

My satisfyingly tart blackberry

You now hold only a hint of red

But you still won't come close

You are not close to the dead

So offer your sweetness of a rose

You no longer have to mature

And you are now very close to me

You give off your very own allure

My surprisingly sweet blackberry