Hoarder

They mock minds like mine

label me a mad hoarder

hold your nose

watch your step

make room for camera

and experts who profit

exploring the horrifying spectacle

focusing on the accumulated filth

explaining it's simply an illness

sick sad pitiful delusional learn.

I become a condition syndrome

a collector who tried to hold on

to every person place experience

my precious treasured moments

now buried

one atop another

once carefully placed

objects of no use to be discarded

now they come with disinfectant

scoop shovels removing the mess

never pausing to appreciate look

bent on clearing destroying it all

tossing broken bits that were me

using latex gloves tossed in bins

until I am left empty and clean.