A dark, overwhelming and claustrophobic jungle
of consumerism and camping equipment.
Vinyl, books and CDs.
Like frosting on an out-of-date cake,
old games gather dust.
Clothes from a different decade and
the treasure of Grandma’s beautiful broaches.
Children’s toys that you can’t bear to part with
begging for new life.
Teddies cuddling up together for comfort from the cold draft.
Old shoes that have walked a previous path
and Christmas decorations resting from fatigue.
Paperwork screaming to be filed,
suitcases standing like soldiers,
a melancholy violin
forlorn from aging and abandonment.
A place of memories, life once lived.
How we cling to the inventory of life.