Pile on, pile on I heap and move and pile
more and more I gather saving and crying all the while
no room to tidy no room to store, yet still, I gather more
like a squirrel gathering for a winter that will never come
I keep storing.
come clean, come rearrange
come move one pile to there and one to hear
bringing it back once more
my mountain rises higher year by year.
I sit on top a cluttered throne
looking down blaming
this mess on anyone but my own.
Throwing away my stuff you say
I say no way and I cry forevermore
Clinging to every drop of jumble
In this chaos, I make my home
Trying my best to clear away
never throwing away anything
just saving, pretending
I am okay.
By: Bernice Bowling
About the Creator
Bernice Bowling
I am crazy, and mixed up like a wildflower growing aimless with no place to go. So I go to my canvas, my pen, my paper and at last my fabric and from there I create. All my thoughts feeling and emotions go into my work, whatever it maybe.
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