roots from the dirt won't listen
people rushing to my ear
make my damp hair bristle
evaporating lonely fear

shoots from seeds push back the layer
open their eyes to glittering shine
answer mine with a lonely prayer
the leaves creep forward like zombie eyes

small twigs snap beneath my step
I raise the ash with a gentle hand
thrown to the window and in crept
the shadow the likeness of a man

how close to the creepers grow
and when, my friends, you gather
the darkness of the murky brown
shall suffocate to suffer