Vines

You are vines growing out of the ground,
reaching, climbing, breathing
up toward the heights,
clinging to the red brick broken wall.

You are leaves green and alive,
expanding, absorbing, grabbing
onto the red brick broken wall,
covering the red with your light infested arms.

You are hope that reaches up to the heavens,
working, running, trying
to grow past this red brick broken wall,
reaching the top and falling over just when you think you are free.

You are decay that keeps spreading up your light infested arms,
eating, destroying, breaking
down your built up hope,
disintegrating the shield you've built to protect the red brick broken wall.

You are gone.