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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