Strangle Vines

If you comment or not you won't be strangled just my appreciation

My roots are digging
into your walls
pushing into mortar and brick

Your walls will crumble
to my eventuality
as all things do

Just give in
don't fight me
because I always win

My roots will deepen
pushing in further
expanding the cracks

Give up
fall to your knees
and give into pain

My vines continue
to creep up the walls
expanding my hold

Come out quietly
and I'll leave your
home alone for your family

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[Moonie]

This is a perfect metaphor for time, whose deep vines and roots are hollowing our life's concrete emotions gradually. No one can escape its lethal grasp. No one can survive infinity. I imagined this to be time's monologue to a person who desires to outlive oblivion.
Very creative! Love the metaphor!

[The Rubik]

Sounds like Temptation knocking on the door to me. Or a vice of sorts. It's deeply dark and beautiful though. :) I think I'm going to tuck this in my library.

[Eagergreen]

Glad you like it I'm not sure what the vines are really