Feeble Berries Poem by Lihle Shezi

Feeble berries
Composed by fragile sweetness.
Common miseries
Collated bitter memories.
Melancholia cannonad sleep
To keep awake pale dreams.
What's thicker than blood
If not your ignorance
in the hands of God?
Night is full of feeble berries.
Cemeteries are full of
feeble berries.
Mother, close not an eye alone
cover your heart too.
Retrieve your loving spirit.
For you thought of me as son
But I became feeble berries
growing inside your womb.