J.M. Nixon

The Suitcase

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.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, September 13, 2009

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  • Apothecary Montague (9/17/2009 4:58:00 PM)

    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.

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  • Blue Eyes (9/13/2009 6:26:00 PM)

    i like the metaphors u used.they are used brilliantly.

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