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| title | week | date |
|---|---|---|
| Overgrown | 3 | 2024-01-15 |
A world taken over by those who belong. Humans enraged, guts full of anger, their home returned to what's good. What will we do with all this space? The animals cried out, free, at rest. Trees growing broadly, cracking layered concrete, a flower blooms quietly. Sun shines from her eyes, petals spread, reaching. Competition seems simple now: no parking, roads, construction. Coexistence, mingled here, all species bar one. As living as life gets, so far from done. An overgrown forest, or so they once called it, now merely just growing. +++ My search result remains unknown What if I find you overgrown
A break from my trek ever forth
To feel how flame evokes your warmth
Dying embers sit and simmer
Reminding how your eyes glimmer
How could my grasp let you slip through
Unthinkable that you withdrew
How was my grip not tight enough
Would holding on have been too rough
Awake and drowsy I can only yawn
Again set out, before the crack of dawn
Through concrete jungle, turning to latter
Objects of service on a new chapter
To time forsaken, these buildings have changed
Constructed for users now long estranged
Inside I sit for but a moments rest
A pleasant refuge no longer suppressed
Abandoned now, they’re free from our restore
Oh how they’ve grown to greater than before
Resumed my journey more aware
Unsure why I feel this despair
My heart knew what my mind did not
It’s beat increased to rate forgot
Upon glimpse of your silhouette
A rush of heat and touch of sweat
Long last my venture is complete
Something inside screams to retreat
You seem so happy from afar
Arousing feelings so bizarre
Should I leave you on your own
It seems I've found you overgrown