Vanishing Metal Poem by Micronjan Ivers

Rust creeps softly, a quiet thief,
Gnawing at edges, bringing grief.
Once strong and gleaming, solid, bright,
Now pitted, hollowed, losing fight.

Tiny holes like whispers form,
Where strength once held against the storm.
Thinning walls, a fragile frame,
Time and decay, the stealthy claim.

Each day it sighs, each day it fades,
Metal eaten by invisible blades.
Until at last, nothing remains to see,
Only memory of what used to be.