Paddington Revivor Gardens

The leggy scratch encrusted walls

border a land emitting the sadness absorbed by one, shared by many.

Feet are embedded into the lush overgrown ferns

that lie still for what they're true to be.

Lifeless rust-plated pillars

stab into the weathered brick floors

and through the endless fathoms of water,

but the apparent mix of ethnicity bleeds through. 

It is clear.

A symbol of diversity,

A symbol of difference,

A symbol of misplaced folk surrounded by others anew.

The modern standards of today's society surround the garden,

suffocating its true aspects of duality.

It is a paradox to one.

The mirrored humanity controlled by an unknown system to their dismay.

This garden is a sponge, absorbing the effects of this pessimistic low-spirited community we truly belong to.

A place to remember,

A place to forget.