The Collector


Some people collect trinkets
Remnants of travels
Souvenirs of journeys afar

Others collect letters
Treasures from long ago
Bringing them back to a forgotten time

Some bury their pain
Hidden underneath layers of junk
Losing reality amongst the rubble

Once I met a girl so sad and lost
Her possessions could not be seen
Hidden it was behind fortressed walls
Its weight so heavy a load to bear

Her collections weighed heavy
Little jagged pieces of a broken heart
Sorrow and losses followed her daily

Collecting pain and misery
The only thing she knew how to do
Lost amongst her pain all the shattered dreams






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