Junk
Junk: Indifference or Clutter??
Why is there junk in my world so perfect?
Why do I feel like it’s enjoying me?
Why do I let it pile up and infect,
Then let it pry and steal while destroying me.
Junk, the remains of something broken
Or old articles considered to be useless
Like a hoarder, this junk is where I store things
Things with inert value, with no uses
A pathological dysfunction, this junk,
Cluttering in the pavements of my mind
The depths of emptiness, where I’ve sunk,
sputtering alongside a vacant shrine.
Like a deadly poison, this junk is indifferent,
It cares not that it causes my suffering
It does not feel benign or malignant,
It bears no womb to pause for my comforting.
This junk is my indifference, my apathy,
Unfeeling and ruthless, in echoes of cold.
Never stirring, never crying in agony,
This junk is concealing, with languor it controls.
Why does my junk pile up, am I lazy?
I don’t know, but I stack it near these scars,
These open wounds where it slowly breaks me,
In a corner, throwing darts, killing stars—
Razing wishes, as my habitual bane,
Her face the malediction and the charm
She reappears and I cannot abstain
the lust for her that I’ve failed to disarm
Memories muddle and cause me distress,
Depression soon follows my failure of love
Expressions in slates of blankness address
The concessions Im trying to get rid of.
Like dead weight on shoulders the burden I feel,
Too much in the attic, too much to conceal
It’s eating my space with indifference it steals
A war junk has started the panic is real.
I wager a smile, a frown upside down,
In hopes indifference just won’t come around
My junk at its max, I fear it shuts down,
My brain overwhelmed, the walls breaking down.
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A hoarder of negativity? Often we carry around our junk throughout life. I learned the hard way a long time ago to let go of my backpack of garbage from the past. Great phrasing on a subject we all need to be aware of. Well done, Paul.
I wish you all the best with lots of love and happiness for 2019. Take care, dear poet.
Thank you so much Phyllis. Ive seen too many people i know and love carry this emotional trash around so much so it just becomes something that is, not good by any means, not awful, just dead weight.
Here’s to a fruitful 2019. Thank you again my friend.
A great write Paul and a good message. i admit to being a hoarder of “junk’ more physical than emotional though. Had a garage sale a while back and got rid of a handful of things that didn’t even make a dent. The garage is full of stuff that we can no longer fit in the house since we downsized drastically. If I could get rid of the physical junk it would make me feel more positive and comfortable with life, but you never know it might come in handy one day lol. Thanks for sharing.
Most times that physical junk can weigh down your mental state just as much as the emotional junk. After a good cleanse i always feel better, physically and mentally. Thanks so much for your kind word John. Appreciate them.
Awesome poetry Paul! Filled the humor and sincerity about a topic we all must deal with daily. Thanks for the a great morning read. I wish you a day of joy. Jamie
Glad i could be of assistance Jamie. Thank you for you kind words. Much appreciated.
As usual your talent with the pen knows no limits, you traversed and plowed through the adversity of junk. It’s a subject, let alone a dilemma many of us struggle with in more ways than one. Your sense of humor spot on, I loved it immensely. I am OCD about junk, I’m a tidy freak, my suite cannot and won’t tolerate junk piles in any form. I habitually clean every room and closet yearly and truck a load to the local mission or inevitability the dumpster. I know it’s a mental disease to hoard, and I’ve witnessed it first hand with a friend, you couldn’t move sideways in any part of their home, yet they are both professors, but no time to clean or tidy, HOARDERS to no end. LOL Thanks for the smile this morning, I enjoyed this write very much. Now if I could just organize the junk in my head, I may write more:-))
Junk in the head is the most difficult junk of all. Let me kniw when you figure out the secrets to clarity of the mind. Thanks again my friend for your kind words