My Cemetery

MY CEMETERY Where my cemetery is, there my heart's waste products lie Where my cemetery is, there I bury my past Where my cemetery is, there I let go of that which bites the dust I could dump them in a bin But when I do, they would rot and create a stinky environment That environment might remind me to sin For my past stretches my heart like a catapult. So where my cemetery is, there I lay to rest my disappointments there I part ways with bereavements there I betray my pains there I break up with my emotional chains My cemetery Is full of failure. Their presence will flout the constitution of my future. Hence, can't have a position in my life. I know not where my cemetery is But I know I own one, whether hypothetical or real Do you have a cemetery? If you don't , create one , for your life needs it.