In the Junk Drawer

Form: Hierarchal Sonnet

It’s that time to clear out the drawer of junk
To rummage odds and sods that did a bunk
All those things that in secret try to hide
Neglected stuff aspects of me inside
Hidden away like the tears never cried
And secrets my words could never confide
Does my junk startle at the sudden light
Like my heart as dawn breaks the darkest night
Old receipts like my feelings screwed up tight
Discarded to the trash can to be right
Refusing the hand that tries to show care
I’ve no time for heartache; too much to bare
All these feelings that I just cannot share
I didn’t expect to find that in there

©JGFarmer2021

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