hoardingA Poem by luxx
why is there no space
no place i can lay? why is my area so paced? why does it feel like my back cracked because i can't find a place to rest these old bones? these old stones i use to throw into the lake the ripple one two three thousand boxes filled of memories i cling to like a child clings to her mother like the mother i only knew from a Kodak an empty space cluttered with things all these things crawl up the walls things i know don't move but they escape like everything i've ever loved and here i am holding on to words that he never meant money that i'll never spend and dreams i only chase when i'm running from people judging me here i am the hoarder holding on to nothing who are you? © 2014 luxx |
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Added on December 8, 2014 Last Updated on December 8, 2014 Author |