the overstuffed closet
i have jammed
and stuffed and packed it in
i have jammed and
stuffed packed it again
i have pushed
and smushed
i have stacked
and smashed
i have done my best to push it all back
i have tried
and tried and tried some more
i have struggled to close the closet door
as ive jammed
and crammed
and packed
and smashed
im learning you can only push so much back
as the closet door begins to wane
the weary hinges bend in pain
the latch that keeps the door closed
dosent catch like it did before
i try to push and cram again
to keep the things stuffed within
pushing hard to close the door
and keep it latched like was before
as the latch is giving way
the fragile hinges start to break
all the stuff ive packed within
is spilling out once again
all the time ive jammed and packed
everything ive stacked and smashed
all my efforts to push it back
caused the closet door to collapse
now all the things ive stashed away
have piled up to my dismay
the process that i now must face
is sorting through this tangled maze
so when i jammed and
stuffed and packed it in
i never thought i would see it again
and when i pushed and smushed and
stacked and smashed
i just assumed it was not coming back
so here it is and im faced with it
and i have to deal with all this shit
i have to fix the door and repair the hinge
and hope that it will latch again
because someday i might need the door
the close and latch like it did before
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