I am a hoarder
I hoard things to look back upon
And remember
I hoard things as memories because my memory isn’t good
My mind is as swift as a river,
Quick with wit then the rest of my thoughts flow down to the waterfall of time
Lost in the abyss
Why can’t I remember?

My mind is a faucet that is constantly dripping
Losing bits and pieces of information I once knew
And it’s annoying to feel the drip, drop
Of my thoughts
Why am I like this?

They say, “do mind exercises to help your memory!”
Which helps for five seconds until my mind,
The river,
Flows my thoughts to another task,
I can’t stay focused and I can’t remember
Why do I have to suffer with this brain?

When I look at something and remember its importance to me
But can’t remember why it was so important
Guilt
Guilt because I can’t remember the meaning of something
That I loved, that was given to me by someone I love, loved
They are dead now
Why won’t my memories help me keep them alive?