Junk Yard

Poetry

Sometimes I get stuck wondering

through the junk yard of my mind

All the parts and pieces scattered

What’s been left throughout the years

Still some potential worth to be salvaged

But sifting through can take some time

Maybe most of this junk should be moved

To the graveyard of my mind.

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