Weeds wrapped around the rusty trolley <br />rain soaked receipt folds itself upon the grill. <br />A mini mole hill of brain draining empty beer cans <br />shadow the junkies discarded needles. <br />A carnage has happened here <br />a grave of chicken bones devoured <br />of all chrispy specially seasoned flesh. <br />A babies shoe bursting with insects <br />they will never grow to big for it. <br />A thousand fag buts smoked down to the filter <br />to many worries to little time. <br />The gardens on T.V never look like this <br />they thrive with life. <br />Flowers dance in the pure air. <br />Grass so green it looks alien. <br />I am constantly being told to cut the grass <br />of which all the citys shit lay upon. <br />I have chosen not to rather let the weeds <br />grow sky high and hide what I cannot face.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neglecting-my-eden-to-conceal-the-scum/
