Neglecting My Eden To Conceal The Scum Poem by Not Long Left

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