The Collector

Posted: February 24, 2019 in Uncategorized

I feel a crushing weight of all the things I own
its sheer bulk bears down upon my shoulders
the furniture smothers the clock crushes.

I survey my possessions see them as burden
room by room appraising relics of forgotten history
I walked a lonely road carrying this heavy load.

Those times that I got high were just to get me by
sucking air out of every occasion ritualizing moments
spontaneity an early casualty of collector’s zeal.

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  1. Theron J Williams says:

    Enjoyed that.

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