The Suitcase

The Suitcase

March 4, 2018 Poetry 1
Its been sitting 

There forever

That packed suitcase

Never to leave this room

Never to see the world



I sat there one day

Staring at the bulging top

Clothes and books

Won’t stay in there long

Quickly I made the decision



Furiously I zipped it open

Everything fell out

The walls around

Closed in

Claustrophobic



All that luggage

Some wrinkled and old

Some smelling fresh

Why are the walls coming closer



Look around

They are taunting me

Why

Why is there so much

Why didn’t you ever unpack



They said it would be a relief

To unpack the suitcase

But then why

Do I feel more vulnerable



Too much

Its too much

I packed it all away

It’s not going to come out

again.

 

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Toodles

Venya

 

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