-Hurt more than first reported.
Plywood like a lid,
Atop the mason jar.
Moments as a kid,
Discovering who people really are.
Displayed in indentions.
Crushed by the flipside,
The coins value now in question.
Many learned lessons,
The scars make plenty of suggestions.
The ingestion of the truth,
The digestion of the lies.
Digging for the root,
Behind the pain in my eyes.
Maple Avenue spent,
Worn and tired, destruction eminent.
It’s reverberations still evident,
The place that left my mind bent.