Poets logo

Piling Up

a poem

By Kay HusnickPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Piling Up
Photo by Dark Light2021 on Unsplash

The garbage is piling up. Trash cans overflowing, takeout bags stacked around them. I can't keep up.

The fridge itself is rotting now.

I want to throw it all away, start over from scratch.

Can the dishes in the sink even get fully clean again at this point? I remember when I used to have solutions.

If I can just get through until I move, if I can start over with a dishwasher, if I can sleep it off well enough to get back the kind of energy I always forget I've never had

I understand why everyone worries

How can anyone call this living?

Mental Healthsad poetry

About the Creator

Kay Husnick

Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.

Subscribe For Free

Reader insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment
    Written by Kay Husnick