Suitecase

It's been a while, long time no beer
No books to read no music to hear
And the others are gone
All went numb under the sun

One found happiness one found god
One wrote poems as a part of his fraud
One fled guilty, one lost time
One dies tomorrow others went mime

One writes not and he is my friend
Perhaps my fault at the very end
Perhaps it ended when they first called me sir
Perhaps went under the suit I wear

But I won't give up I'll never frown
For the fact is that everyone dies alone
These lines are my dismay, love, hate it
Memorize it if you wish, ignore it, or rate it

No longer they matter, not much I would care
They are merely the proof that I once was there
For no one stays in one place
A life, a dream, and an empty suitcase

And a rod, for the road
Story to be told
With an open end
Of tears I descend

And joy that I share
With those who tried to care
Imprint of a smile on a sad pale face
I fill with those a black suitcase

Reviews

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

If i'm given a chance to rate a writer with great caliber here in writers cafe then your name will sure hit my mid at once. You just seem to be my type of writer.
Perfect Rhyming and perfect rhythm! A beautiful message so powerfully delivered, that's Mr Kilani at his very best.

[The Winter Grey]

This is a powerful piece. About, by, and for the literary art in which we all find ourselves, it resonates with the all-too-familiar trials and tribulations of the pursuit of passion without seeming trite even in the slightest. You are an experienced writer, Mr. Kilani, and it shows. Great job.

[olla]

this was not only profound but it was fun to read.. well done..

[Calypso]

This may have to me fixed 'long time no beer'

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Deep and insightful poem, exceptional :)

[HeIsWe]

This is really good!!!!!

[Ruth]

All the emotional luggage we collect over the experiences of life! Beautifully said love xx

[Cherrie Palmer]

this is the story of mankind

[Coyote Poetry]

"One found happiness one found god
One wrote poems as a part of his fraud
One fled guilty, one lost time
One dies tomorrow others went mime"
I gave up years a go on finding God. I learn we must start a wave of kindness and friendship. In this world ran by liars and business men. Time for real and regular people to stand for end of war and hate. Need writers and word man from everywhere to unpack the suitcase and make a final and strong stand. A excellent poem. You made me think.
Coyote