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hoarder
My head is swirling with unresolved clutter.
Where do I start, which will be the least invasive? where will it end?
Do I have what it takes? Can I face these demons?
The fear I feel is disproportionate. Why is it that I can’t pretend?
Why have I hoarded all this trash? Surely I can’t own it all?
Pulling a shroud over, gives a false sense of security?
I can’t do this now, I’ll deal with it another day.
For now I want to disappear into obscurity…
I want to fall deep into a nothingness
No feeling, no hearing, no seeing, no tasting, no smelling
No pain, no screams, no lies, no revulsion, no memories
Where do I start, which will be the least invasive? where will it end?
Do I have what it takes? Can I face these demons?
The fear I feel is disproportionate. Why is it that I can’t pretend?
Why have I hoarded all this trash? Surely I can’t own it all?
Pulling a shroud over, gives a false sense of security?
I can’t do this now, I’ll deal with it another day.
For now I want to disappear into obscurity…
I want to fall deep into a nothingness
No feeling, no hearing, no seeing, no tasting, no smelling
No pain, no screams, no lies, no revulsion, no memories
Published 5th Oct 2011
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