Those hard falls
taken
Through a malstrom of memories
Sometimes seem....like...
...catastrophic collisions

With all the pain... all the scars
All the cost ...and yet
It is sans of all tender care
No merciful meds to aid the healing
Or promote merciful addictions

The kind
That often shoves..
... it
And all ...
...sharp , jagged edged
shattered , tattered , scattered
then thoroughly battered
WRECKOLLECTIONS
Into that obscure corner

My questioning soul...
... always wonders
if thats the salvage yard of ...
...forlorn hopes
or simply the junk yard ...
of all we discard ?