Abandoned Bike
You are a bike left abandoned , your handlebars twisted like gnarled old branches.
You are some black spokes poking out of the dewy ground,polluting its freshness.
You are a rusty bike lock twisting around the gnarled, old tree, draining out the energy from the branches.
You are some creaky pedals turning over the fresh pasture like a combine harvester.
You are a flickering bike light, flashing on and off clawing for desperate survival.
Soon you shall crumble away into nothingness.
I like You are a bike left abandoned , your handlebars twisted like gnarled old branches. But why did you put gnarled in your poem?
I really like your poem well done
Think you should put a better word than abandoned.