Living In Ruins

Picture by SueAnn

 

The dying vine eats away foundations

Spreading itself against a wall of ruin

Brittle fingers prying into the wound

Picking at blackened scabs

 

Nothing bleeds

Not anymore

 

The soul was destroyed long before the sun

Paraded its colours on the shell

A desperate attempt to paint beauty

Where there is none

 

I am the dying vine

Fragile yet resilient

Turning over the rubble for years

Searching for a remnant to toss

Into the wishing fountain

 

But wishing is lost on a dying fool

Who lived for years hiding in the undergrowth

Pressed against the wall

Frightened a loving touch

Would turn his heart to stone

And leave him crumbling

Like the home that could never stand

The test of time

 

For dversepoets Poetics

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11 thoughts on “Living In Ruins

  1. The soul was destroyed long before the sun

    Paraded its colours on the shell

    A desperate attempt to paint beauty

    Where there is none

    really great line breaks throughout that add to the emotion…i like the thought too of the vine looking for something to throw in the wishing fountain…that glimmer of hope, then you wisk it from our grasp…smiles…nicely done…

  2. Yes, there is life among the ruins. I like how you reached to the vine instead of the color on the structure. The structure is dead, a ruin; the vine is not.

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