| "The hoarder's house" a poem I wrote
I wrote this poem the other night. Trying to get through the house in the middle of the night in the dark. My dad keeps things he doesn't need.
The Hoarder's House
Boxes all around
piled high
like walls of a maze
in your own house.
"Don't throw that away,
I could use it,
someday."
And when someday comes,
you can't even find it.
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