A heavy suitcase is crammed inside me.
Packed full.
Sealed tight.
It weighs me down.
I drag it along wherever I go.
I cannot manage the load.
No one helps me.
I am leaving the suitcase at your door.
You are strong.
Please carry it for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, wow, wow....brilliant. The title, perfect. Words perfect. The flow, wow the flow, as far as i am concerned, its all about flow and this would be poetry, even if you took all the words away..... this one is going into the vault.