Extrication

An attic full holding me earthbound thunderous applause without virtue of sound looming overhead no room left for expansion Wall to wall misery held without ransom Offering no absolution a glut of misspent thought Imaginary treasure that offered truely naught Unsentimental clearing of all that doesn't define Filling up anothers with that which never filled mine Walking teeth gritted the packed aisles of a store Illusory pleasure long since a bore There is nothing I need no thing that I want to pile overhead in my sleepless bed taunt Instead I will deal with what needs being dealt feeling in full what needs feeling felt Squarely defining from here ever after As I strip it away rafter to rafter Freeing my house ,my psyche,my heart Knowing what I will or will not part It's a process each day I seek to unearth What lies buried beneath commerce and mirth No laughing matter