on the backs
of other plants
that give them
but a hard
For some reason this poem, and especially this line brings about people who try and get close to you, as in, a person may be doing something amazing, but this other person(say the creeper), who see's this persons amazing skills tries and succeeds to get close to these people and use this persons skills for their benifit (the intruder is doing this) but in the same way the wall tries it's best to push them away...but they can't...
What this says and what it is overwhelmed by are not the same things, sure there is bitterness but what i feel in this is that you would beg this person.
I admire how much it must have cost you to allow the words to grow up to that.
With so much pain in one place you will bust, and you can sleep and you can sleep and you can do all manner of things or maybe it's that you're forced into a form of evolution, and you can form it, and have it go some place. It takes a conscientious person to do that. So, I don't see this as a poem, but as a most honest expression.