The bones broken
Grind together
A constant reminder
That I am still alive

Deep down inside
Where the soul does hide

From the pain
And the realities
Of what is coming to me

Injuries gathered
Like the mileage
On old abandoned cars

Rusting corpses
Of motivation and purpose
Tossed aside

Deep inside
Where the soul does hide

Just before you discover
That you are over
Not worth the cost of repairs

Left to the side of the road

Forgotten by all

But the merciless
Passage of time

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