Sotto Poet Poet Etheree

Hoarding

My home is filled with degrading losses. 
Instruments that I didn't learn to play. 
Seeds that abortive to spring up
Backyard hot tub is now stage.
Books bought but never read,
Plants that perished
Dreadful seats
And me.
Trite

Written: May 31, 2022

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Demetrios Trifiatis June 1, 2022 at 4:43 AM A poem where life is really reflected. Outstanding, my friend, Lasaad!

Vijay Pandit June 1, 2022 at 3:59 AM You speak of many my friend. A true to life poem. Hard to give up things that formed our memories. Excellent depiction, Lasaad.

Deb M May 31, 2022 at 11:58 PM Oh Lasaad I love this poem…..my mum was a bit of a hoarder and I’m an organiser ! I would to love to help you sort it……ha! Debx

Kim Rodrigues May 31, 2022 at 3:46 PM It happens! Some accumulation is okay as long as it doesn’t go too far. A bad sign is garbage and bugs.