By Bob W Christian
The greatest trick this devil
Ever performed is complete
Manipulation of perception
Of the current situation.
Giving no real thought
To an unpleasant existence;
Looking for a way out, some
Based on facts so thin they’re
Transparent, it begins to take
Hold; blinkering you into
Seeing a different perspective.
Is it all fake news?
Misplaced. Stashed. A collection
There’s a use for everything here –
Lost but never forgotten.
It’s here somewhere, Amongst
Ceiling-high papers, seemingly
Empty boxes, or In a cupboard.
Searching room by room, almost
Drowning in a labyrinth of memories.
It’s here somewhere, I know it is.
I can’t dispose of it, I might
Need it one day. Until then it
Sits with the rest, gathering dust.
Memories, heartache, evidence of
Past mistakes stack up Hoarding
Emotions, never letting go of pain.
No longer needed, still I’m unable
to discard them. Until they’re too much –
Crashing over, pulling me under.
It started way back in high school. A break
up, losing a loved one. I
Kept them all, not wanting to lose anything.
Ever again, no matter what, how ever
Much it hurt. But it’s time let go now. To Spring
Clean – declutter, before it’s too late.