Accumulated Hurts

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Hurts accumulate,
Like layers of vegetation,
Thick bushes that fence your being.

Hurts accumulate,
Like unused objects,
Stacked away in a room hardly cleaned.

Hurts accumulate,
Like pools of rainwater, Clogging the veins to your heart.

Hurts accumulate,
Like piles of newspapers,
Dust laden forgotten things.

And then, a moment arrives,
The dust, the flood,
The greens, the stacks,
All tumble, all topple.

You shriek, you whimper,
One after the other,
Rolling hurts fall out,
Leaving empty carcasses,
Wherein inhabits a cold temper.