Nobody values his suitcase,
Always ready to carry the weight;
It will loyally follow to any place,
Prepared for whatever may await.
Someday you'll cast it aside,
But the suitcase will patiently wait
Until you have something to hide,
And it will gladly carry the weight.
Yet, no one seems to care about
How the empty suitcase is still full
Because it carries the stains of what has spilled out,
And all you have to do is pull.
Please don't make your suitcase so heavy
Because someday it will break.
Your suitcase is valuable, not free,
So be careful how much it has to take.
Can't you see the suitcase is me?
I'll carry any problem for you,
Doesn't matter how beastly,
Just to help you make it through.
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
