The Rust

A tall suit of shining armor, Not a speck of dirt Not a speak of water Not one harsh element. Nothing could penetrate this armor. Until it did and the wearer was unaware. Eventually the dirt did come and ruined the shine Ruined the wearers self imagine  All the harsh elements. Crushing the chest piece, making it hard for the wearer to breathe Then the rain came.  The smallest droplets come in shear force. One couldn't do anything to this suit But eventually enough came. Eventually the brand new shining piece of armor  Is now barely able to keep out all the hurtful and harsh things it once did. The rust ate away the armor until the wearer was exposed to the world  Vulnerable.