The Suitcase Poem by J.M. Nixon

The Suitcase

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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.

Sunday, September 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Apothecary Montague 17 September 2009

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 13 September 2009

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

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