Almirahs

My almirahs, my four almirahs

My clothes, stuff and memories

Packed into these

Countless, so full, overflowing

My almirahs, a hit.

I've packed my sorrows,

My gloom, my worries into these

My almirahs aloof, quiet

Unmoving every bit.

Every time I tire

My soul gives up

My heart breaks into bits

I'm gifted beautiful things

That I pack into these.

So my almirahs carry the weight

Of all my wishes dead

The laughter that died a certain death.

They carry within them

The burden of my poor choices

Of the very many relatives and friends

Who came and burnt me

And left me for dead.

In lieu of tears

In lieu of pains

I buy stuff and put within them.

They carry my load

My metaphorical pains

My almirahs, my soulmates, my dear friends.