Trash

Trash
Litter on the side of the road.
Tossed out.
Under the California palms

You came
By any way the wind blew
A train wreck.
Now lifeless and bloody
In the bed of a truck.

Your talents are gone
Taken away by your own
Weaknesses and wants
A Tabula Rasa
Vanished in the mist.

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