The Hoarder [ Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder] Poem by alan brown

My life is full of old things
that I clutter around my home.
I collect old belongings
and even antique stone.
I can feel the people around me
that owned these precious things.
Maybe that's why I collect them
as they give me hope within.

I see the ghosts around me
just about every single night.
But unlike most sane people
I am not full of fright.
They say the ghosts will follow me
until the end of time.
But that would never bother me
as their belongings are now mine.

If you ask me if I worry.
the answer that I'd give.
Would be to mind your business
and don't treat me like a kid.
For me and my treasured possessions
will never ever part.
As they keep me living a peaceful life
like the beating of my heart.