The Collector

Long walks and longer roads

Monotonously my feet pound the pavement

The echoes of my footfalls barely noticed

I have removed my shoes and left them far behind

I find comfort in the feel of ashes underfoot

Reminders of all the things I have set ablaze

Too much time spent in the eye of the storm

My life ripped away and madly spiraling around me

Another thousand tears shed and still I could not run away

Wind and fire and rain

Each a truth and a lifeline and a thief

I jam them all in my pockets

Baubles of recollection that I shall not burn

Eagerly they rob me of time

And inevitably, life

My photographic memory replaces hope

I have no idea where this road goes

But I keep walking towards a life that has no urgency

Travelling through endless clouds of smoke

How well I understand

At any time I can stop sifting through the ashes

I may surrender to the death I so long ago tucked into the dark corners of my mind

Comforting knowledge that has propelled me like a rogue warrior through many moments

Eventually I must empty my pockets

So that I may stroll casually

Towards life or away from it

Whichever lies at the end of this road

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