When the blackberries hang
ripe and juicy
It's seeds squeezing out
dark blood onto the ground
Thorns rip my skin
shred by shred
Each one carrying
my faulty venom
Dark leaves decorate a
pale and gray
sky
Casting a shadow
over the vast forest
My cloak carries myself
my burden and worries
I shield myself from
the dangers outside
I finally reach a lake
thick and murky
Unable to see my reflection
I step into it
Looking beyond
And the world erases me.
When I started writing this poem, I wanted something mysterious. I wanted the transition of summer to fall to be apparent, in dark way, you know? I also chose this poem because this poem doesn't have a definite ending. I want readers to create their own ending, and perhaps turning it into an excerpt in a story. One of the most consistent parts in this poem is after the first line of every stanza, I describe the first line with two adjectives. I did this because I like a little consistency in my poems but I also like describing things in a short way instead of creating one long line. I also wrote the poem like this because I wanted a poem where I could imagine myself in that situation. One of the other things I did is I like to make my pieces the opposite. When you read the actual poem "August", it's very happy and bright, while my poem leaves traces of mystery, and it's your job to finish the ending and add more details to make it a little more... unique.
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