I can repair what you have done to my spirit,,
shattering it’s fragile essence of belief.
I can repair what you have done do my very soul
misleading it into burning fires.
I can repair what you have done to my minds thoughts,
Leaving an impression lies.
What I cannot repair is your self character,
an illusion I held, till now.

Once the trash is taken to the curb , don’t bring it in again,
nor replay sad memories ,branding your life with pain.
The foul stench of rotting garbage, we dare not entertain
or maggots will worm their way in salty tears of rain.