Beautiful Decay Poem

(# 9)

In the swarm of evergreen

The canopy swallows the sun whole

I cannot see, a blindness covers me

I scurry through this labyrinth of pine

All I see are swarms of trees

I feel as if they are taunting me,

Laughing at me

I need an escape

A breathe of real air

Hoping to soon find a way out

I cry for help but no one hears me shout

When all seems lost I find you

You are as well lost,

Lost in this crowd of greenery

I stare in amazement at your beauty

Your work of detail could match no other

But over time, alone out here, you have suffered

Your stain has lost its luster

Your paint is cracked and chipped

Your screws are orange with rust

And your paneling doesn’t seem to fit

You are weathered beyond belief

Slowly dissolving over time

Seemingly fading away

But to me you are more than just grime

To me you are beauty

Beauty that no one has seen

Nor has appreciated

It seems so weird to me that you are just a bench

To some, you are a wood work past it’s time

But for me, for are perfect

You are beautiful decay