child of the other side




6th Poem

The lyrics remind me of  modern society. We’re no-ones. We don’t have a name, we don’t have a face, we’re blank. Yet we bear a lot of memories. I think the suitcase is a metaphor for our mind/history. 
I used several words of the lyrics in my poem, such as underneath the sky and suitcase. The poem is mostly about the past, how life used to be.


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What’s Lost

The kill flies over the edge
The mighty time bird sings
A bill left
Undone and spilled
The silence rumoured of silent flings

Underneath the pale indigo sky
Where candles scarcely shine
I gave up
This alarming rate
And wished to be your concubine 

The eagle’s scout has never won
His silver wings down the brine 
Bring back hope
And a bottle of gin
I’m suffering a life that isn’t mine

A suit fits with my suitcase
A ribbon with my crowd
I slowly drown
In the day
And sing a song about

What’s lost


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