The Raven in the Night

A Vine

i am that of a vine,
i cling to anything that can support me,
attaching myself to beams and walls,
hoping my weight can be carried.

but in the end,
beams fall down,
walls tremble and topple,
causing me to lie on the pavement floor,
with nowhere to go,
nowhere to hide,
nowhere to cry.

lie in silence with nowhere to grow,
i wait and wait for the days to go by,
and finally,
new beams and new walls are here to stay,
so i grow and attach myself once more,
to once i called them my home,
but now,
i slowly lose my breathe,
pondering,
when this beam and wall will evantually meet its end.

if that ever happens again,
will i ever grow back to the long and thick vine i was?
will i ever see the highest view that i reached before?
will i ever be the happiest i was when i met you?
i don't think so,
cause' i'm too scared to let myself attach to you again,
wondering,
when will you leave me once more.