Rusted Memories Decaying
Ravaged and forgotten, I await my fate in this junkyard,
Under the fierce sun and pouring rain and snow . . . but,
Still within this rusted frame beats a soul and memories, and
There was a time when I was truly loved-
Every person admired my style and curves and my brilliance,
Death, oh d e a t h and old age is a terrible thing.
Memories are all I have as weeds and vines devour,
Even now, I can still feel the soft cloth that caressed,
Making sure my paint shined like glass . . . and,
On long rolling highways and hills, I glided a thing of beauty-
Roaring along without a care in the world (I was young)
Inside my interior was impeccable and my leather so soft
Eternity was mine- I was going to exist forever, but
Silently, the rust began and soon ruined and scarred my beauty.
Days passed and then one day, I was towed to this lonely place,
Eternity seems like not such a good idea now . . .
Chirping from within me where a little song bird has made a nest,
And windflowers and yellow dandelions keep me company.
Years have passed and more and more cars lay ravaged,
Inside my soul memories stir of happy times-
Now my windows have grown blank as dead eyes, and all the
Gnarled and twisted, rusting cars (once loved) wait . . . d e c a y i n g.
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June 12, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Personification/Rusted Memories Decaying
Copyright Protected, ID 16-799-868-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Rusted and Busted
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Second Place
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