My Storage Unit Poem by Phil Soar

There's a little storage unit that I keep inside my head
Where all the nonsense in my mind is filed but never read
I leave it there as ‘registered' and save it to my drive
To be recalled at any time, while I am still alive

For when I'm gone, that storage place will soon cease to exist
No longer will my train of thought, be kept upon a list
And the carriages that held the information, and the data
Are lost forever in the ashes someone saved for later

Scattered where my mind once said I wanted to be strewn
My lunar thoughts have come and gone, some say all too soon
But when I used them wisely, the images they showed
Were mine to share with those who care to read them down the road