Clementine

Oh, these clementines are sour and soft
ready to break apart from the cruelest thought
Break them up and reveal their innards
for the whole world to see

Born of the Summer rain and snow
probably why the blues resonate so
Every day, inch by inch
these little clementines struggle and grow

Stamp out the poor little clementines
in the mess of ash and broken glass
Alcohol and tobacco sure lends a new flavour
and a pathetic reason to feel

Oh, these clementines are bitter and pitiful
I know you have thrown yours away
Or maybe you've strung them up
for the whole, damn world to see

Just how weak and vile they are

Reviews

[L4rn13]

Interesting use with the clementines. I like how you spliced the realistic views in there too gives the write an overall balance. Love it :D

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

The way you use the clementines, nicely done.

[zephyr]

Wow … this is really good.

[Rose Diamond]

This is just... it's..... I HAVE NO WORDS!!! I absolutely adore this poem! You can view it in so many ways and see so many different stories, I just... ah! Amazing job, Elliott, this has definitely become a new favourite of mine!