Solace In Desuetude (Poem)

I walk on crumbling pavement in derelict streets

To gaze upon abandoned buildings with boarded doors

And dusty signs that advertise sorrow for closure.

I travel to the overgrown fields

To visit wakes of vultures with avid mien

And clamorous geese that fly overhead to nowhere.

The lowering skies and threatening clouds provide refuge

For a journeyer such as I, hooded in gray and solitary.

When all ground is unsteady and every kindness a threat,

I take comfort in the evidence of decay.

With knowledge of such dark glory, can misery abide?