A Landfill of Random Feelings
There is a lot I have hoarded
In the several years of my life
The logic of it all I chase
But fail
Yet I bought a thing or two today again
I gather snippets from casual conversations
And stock pile them in a corner of my mind
The mind has cubbyhole space left
Since I refuse to clean up the past
Now when I look around
I see a mounting pile of heavy weight feelings
Which have grown roots
And refuse to be weeded out
My inner self now resembles a deserted railway station
Riddled with overgrowth and wildlife
It’s beautiful in a way that crowded things are
Chaotic, crass, certified wild
I grow heavier by the day
Every single sensation now a stone
Like an abandoned pet
I bark in the direction of what was my home
Waiting to be welcomed back
But the labyrinth of all my feelings
Does not let me move anymore
I stand and watch the world move forward
As I slowly turn into a rusted machinery
No longer in use.
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