I Have a Book Hoarding Problem

by Mimo le Singe 4 months ago in slam poetry

A freestyle poem about yet another bad habit of mine.

I Have a Book Hoarding Problem

I try to avoid bookstores, and sometimes even Shoppers Drug Mart,

As often as I possibly can. I know for a fact that if I set foot inside,

Promising myself that I'll only browse for a short while, I'll still end up

Stepping out with at least five more books to add to my library of

Unopened dust collectors.

Believe it or not, most of the titles I own were purchased several years ago

And have yet to be read. It's gotten so bad, to the point where I now

Require a second bookshelf. As of now, I have three tall piles of novels

Sitting atop my computer desk that are in need of shelving.

The only way I can see this as a serious issue is if I allow my literary

Spendings to consume my entire living space. My hope is that it doesn't

Happen, but I don't think it'll go too far. Even I know my limits, and I'm

Sensible enough to realize it's imperative that I make room for essential

Household goods.

That being said, I'm bothered by this habit of mine, because I loathe the

Idea of dropping dollars on products that I don't wind up using in general.

And it concerns me, because I do genuinely love to bury myself in

Literature, so I don't understand why it's taking so long for me to get

Through it all. Even more perplexing, I don't schedule time for leisure

Reading as often as I used to.

I wonder if I'm really even all that committed to one of my lifelong

Hobbies anymore. I mean, I do plan on getting around to making it a

More frequent activity in my life again, and I have read a couple of stories

Since my hiatus, albeit slowly.

But why am I suddenly looking at it as a daunting task, when I actually

Enjoy doing it? I'm worrying so much over setting deadlines for

Something that's salubrious, something that I should naturally turn to

Whenever I'm feeling stressed, which invites me to return to whatever it

Was that bogged me down with a revitalized mind.

Luckily, I have already begun devising solutions over the past few years.

I travel to Montenegro, my homeland, nearly every summer, and I always

Bring leastways two novels with me along for the trip. Whenever I finish

One, I leave it at my cottage in my father's hometown. We are eventually

Going to build a bibliotheca in the attic, where I can store all my texts,

Both leftover from Canada and those that I gather up there.

My mother and I are currently planning a garage sale, so I can use the

Opportunity to put up plenty of old books that I don't want to read

Anymore for sale. It'll definitely free up space for my newer ones. I'm just

Hoping it actually happens this time, as it's been in the talks for years, but

Hasn't been done since I was an early teen, maybe? Wow, time flies.

All things considered, it looks like there's still hope for me.

Writing about my troubles really does help.

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