Things I found while cleaning my room:
Ten syringes
Two with the tips missing
One that still worked (don't ask me how I know)
Four pairs of women's panties
Various sizes
A collection to prove
I am indeed a whore
A dozen moldy cups
Five contained dead flies
Two contained dead spiders
And strange as it was
One contained a walnut
A million failed poems.
Ten rejection letters
A letter from my editor
That ended with the phrase
"Don't give up! "
Photos from a past love
(That one hurt)
Pieces of broken glass
From the night I punched the window
(Alcohol influenced)
And last but not least
The feeling that I am no longer
Slumbering in filth!
A.j. Binash
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/digging-up-the-past/
