Vines grow over
My decaying carcass
I'm patient
He said he'd meet me right here
It's been a long time
I haven't moved
The trees have began
Shooting roots through me
Suffocating my heart
He told me to wait right here
So I've been patient
I haven't moved
My feet have become home
To a colony of mice
Who keep my bare toes warm
He told me he'd be back
It's been 100 years
I still haven't moved.
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Nature is a huge inspiration as a poet. I saw ivy vines growing all over an area of a park and began thinking about what it'd be like to be covered in vines. The result of this was this poem.
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