Hoarder, poem (354/365)

I hoarded everything
So that memories
Would stay forever
But holding on to so much
Only left me
With more anger and pain
Drifting over priceless trash
Unable to create
Only reaching
For old glory days
And forgetting
The present that
Still remained

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