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
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