shrinkage

What is it about aging
You begin putting stuff
Within arm’s reach
Living in a wide open space
Suddenly suffocation sets in
push back needed with alacrity
Before clutter sinkhole
swallows me whole
Have to annihilate it
Born free, empty
handed, when did
This overload begin
Help! Help! I hear screams
from somewhere within, must
Heed before time muzzles it
Pain is a constant
I have fisticuffs with, will oust
before my will loses will.
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