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
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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