The Burden of The Material

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal." Matthew 6:19 We are not our possessions.

I am not my used notebooks or high school swimming trophies,

I am not my pictures on the wall,

Though these things are met with Affection they are not my Reflection they're just a Defection in need of Correction and will never be Perfection or a moral Direction,

They are like an Infection,

Ever seeking my Protection,

Yet this burden I still make

Reaping what I sew

My image is fake,

I just need to let go,

They are causing me to break,

But I still let them grow,

All these things on my wall

Causing me to ache

Keeping me opaque

All these things on my wall...

Are keeping me awake

Author's Note

I haven't written a poem since 2011... This came to me today, it is about something that's been weighing heavily on my mind.
I'd love to know what you get out of it!

Reviews

[LinBin]

I really like this piece; it jumps off the page and is very well written. Well done.

[Dayran]

I might have asked you to get some sleeping tablets ... but it could be adding on to your baggage. Nice ...

[joshua deathdealer]

Great rhythm and sequence. The ending is pretty nice as well. Enjoyed.