Recycled
Without warning
The chilly wind of rejection
Blustered
Sweeping away a lifetime
Of laughter and love
Fragments of a life blown apart
Jagged and sharp
scraping and scratching
at unhealed wounds
Still leaving their bloody trails
Redacted, reused and then recycled
Shelf life expired
Dispensed without further regard
Callously and cruelly
cast away
Darkness would come soon
The relief of blackness
Veiling a pain-stricken face
Not wanting to remember
The ghosts from a past best forgotten
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