NaPoWriMo #22 - A Wordle

Rust

Things eat at you

when you're left alone.

When there's no one else

to wipe away your tears

and they're left on your face

to fester, to rust.

Looking at me,

you might think I had freckles

across my cheeks

and beneath my eyes,

that I sat too long in the sun

without protection,

allowing my skin to burn

leaving a myriad of colored splotches

in the wake of its peeling.

Would you ever suspect

that I was rusting?

Right before your eyes,

every moment I get closer

and closer

to falling apart.

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Notes: Looking at today's wordle, "rust" was the one word that really stuck with me. So I based a poem around it. :)