Come to my friends for a fast repair....
Before I hit the freeway and drive down there !!!
My tire had a big bump ....
So I wanted to put on the spare which had no ****...
My friend went to change it and then I see....
Him looking underneith for reasons unbenonst to me.
He said it was leaking a lot of gas and I needed it fixed before it chared my ***!!!

Next day  I'm still here waiting for it to get done ...
I need to learn to change a tire so I don't have to go thru this again.... *** it's not fun!

Second chances can't persist
Because the memories still exist
You can try to replace them
And yield to retrace them
While you try to hit clear
And push away your fear
But it's just too hard,
These times went too far
The past cant be  chared,
yet it still burns hard,
The future seems a waste,
Cuz the good times already took their place.
There's no where left to turn,
Those fealings are over
You've  come to learn

It's been a long day.  You
died so soon ago and we notice
your noise is gone, the parakeets and me.
You should comment somehow on
the oddness of things
since your disease.

The paranoia and lies the dementia
played made your dreams seem like
waking and your sleep tore into

you with fantasies and confusion.
You shouldered the  nurses by
telling them you felt fine.  That
lie pushed you to more agitaton.

I never knew you would get well.
I was cursed with a colder reality.  
As I drove to see you in the cocoon
of the nursing home I wondered
would you be crying or well.  

It was the crying I never unfolded.
in your room where we so carefully
braided the colors to your whims.
The colors are the same today.

Now wilted, the bright sun's rays
like the daylight dim but your harsh
yellow teeth spread around my
name and you saw me beaten
and unforgiven

You took me with you to the
Hell of brass urns.  I thought
to ask you why but the look
on your framed face said you
were waiting and your yellow
grin dared me to be quiet.

I saw the years in stark
isolation.  
You in a painted slicker,
I knew you
loved me once and
briefly.   Your journey
was a long one. Mine is

to shower daily your burnt
name across the
yellow ******* of

chared Sorrow

off.

Caroline Shank
May 15, 2022
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I am nothing now
I have worn my battle scars
My trunk is chared from years of burns
There are scars through and through
Covering the vastness of my wood
Aged and withered
Struggling to survive
New leaves bud out
A sign of hope
But I'm blackened to my roots
Once natural and whole
Now striving for social perfection
I have lost it all
The children can no longer play in my beaches
They are too frail
No longer do artists sit under me and draw
For I am a failour, too ugly to be seen
I am worthy of nothing but to be burnt
                  Again