Grim ↠ Grandeur

A nearly dilapidated barn 

hovers

on the brink 

of death.

Leaning, 

as if hardly having enough

strength

to stand, 

creaking

through dark hours 

of the blackest 

night.

Not knowing 

when time will call 

to bring it to its 

fateful fall.

It moans 

as the 

harsh wind 

whips 

it's brittle frame to and fro.

Rain falling

in torrents 

weigh it down with dread 

for another 

day to come.

inspired by my neighbors barn about 2 years ago