Surveying Abuse

Unpacking my brain,
I noticed the hoarded muck
welded into it.

No longer for use,
the beautiful folds are sealed,
parts of me trapped there.

Anger's firey heat,
fueled with regret, loss, and hate,
consumed foundations.

Sharp edged memories
bite hard at my unsound mind;
leaving their filth.

If I move the refuse
away from the damaged parts,
will it all fall down?

Its overwhelming
what needs to be decluttered;
odds and ends jammed in.

Each miscellany,
excruciating to know,
haunts my heart and bones.

Try, fail, try, fail try,
I pick at distressed debris,
buried in what falls.

So much destruction,
the peace will never come back;
innocence is gone.