My Aunt Is A Hoarder

"It's really bad this time.
No walkways like before
Its all at at least 5 feet tall
The only place with any access is the shed in the back

It's worst than
Any of the shows I've seen.
We'll be lucky get a good pathway
In this house by the end of the weekend"

I let out a tear
"Ok. Good luck."
I said it strongly
Although I was sobbing

I was heading back
From my evening run
Gleefully listening to Adele
When she called to talk to me about it

I've always known
Just thought it was
That one pile of newspapers
In her garage

I was so wrong
How can anyone even live like that?
No decent place to sleep
Using a hose for your shower

It makes me gag
Yet I know
And I hate to admit it but
My aunt is a hoarder

She and her friend
Live together,
Laugh together,
Hoard everything together

They are hoarders
To the extreme
I feel so bad for them
It's almost, like being homeless

I don't want to say it out loud
I don't want to admit it
I don't want to know
My aunt is a hoarder.