Black Sand Beach

[Orion]

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Cement blocks underneath torn sneakers.
Breathing air thicker than dust.
I stumble as I rust.

Decaying into a withering sidewalk elm,
alive on the top
with death beneath.

Rubble between my eyes
strolling through deaths
gaze I realize.

Dreams are only as they seem.
Meaning is deaths shadow
in the meadow of failure.
Your delusion, a snare.

I like, "I stumble as I rust.",and, "Your delusion, a snare."  For the most part, I'm not sure what this poem is about yet I like it.
TS

I'm pretty sure this poem is about how damaged most urban 'Hoods' are. Or at least, about how the 'bad part' of town erodes slowly, due to people not willing to help or visit it in a sense.