There is a beauty in the decrepit
Only a sorrowed heart can see
Derelict others would forget...
Can ignite many a story
Dead and left to decay
Eroding to dement memory
Fading as Time makes its way
Swallowed in body and history
There is a beauty in the decrepit
Only a sorrowed hearts can see
Nature is the culprit
Embracing what used to be
That which still remains
Encompassing a derelict Memory
One with the darkened stains
Of a derelict beauty
Breathing life into the dead
Igniting the birth of a story
That haunts and dances in the head.
© Jerry Langdon 2015
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