Best Disrepair Poems

Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone
No family members left to maintain is known
Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair
Deeply weatherworn and embraced there
This marker sets into the ground alone

Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone
Threads of piercing light filtering through windblown...

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Gray rosebuds, crumpled oak
lead to a littered path
your concrete domicile,
aged with painful years.

A caustic soul lies hidden 
within the attic of my mind.
Dust-ridden and lost under
lovers past.

Enfold my hands in yours,
flesh and bone.  Rock and 
silt bind our fingers loosely–
dry dirt slipping away.
Like our...

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Houses and people 
in disrepair...
Memories reduced to
the dust of despair...
Distorted reality...
Confirmed disbelief,
Subjective fall from grace...
Times of life, times of lace...
Hover about this gloomy place....

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I wish I could regain what was torn. 

My future which melted before I was born. 

All I have is compliance. 

But I cannot force myself into alignment. 

What do you want, besides my presence?

As time goes on, my failure presents. 

What is absent in...

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