Creeper

Near my home is a building 

Unfinished. 

Slowly rotting , ruined.

An ugly sight, a reminder of dreams

Promised

Unhonoured. Never fulfilled.

We have covered it up with sheets

Neat. Perfect

Hidden from the eyes

We go about our lives. Leaving it

Unseen. Unloved.

Not caring that it grows wild

There is a creeper growing.

Zesty. Strong. 

It fears not for life or love

It keeps twisting around the ruin

Feeding. Growing

A beautiful messy wild shrub

The creeper is healthy, strong. 

Climbing

Wrapped over the ruins and more

It's climbing slow and steady 

With stealth

Towards chaos, furore

It's peeking over the covers now

Curious. Naughty

A life grown from the dead

Tired of being a part of the ruin

Hidden. Forgotten.

It's ready to be loved instead