Treasure Island

Daniel Ilyas ilyas


A chilly wind
begin to blow

from head to toe

The chilly wind
blew all my poems

Why is this happening?
I don't know

Why do I see cloths splatted blood on my floor

Why do I feel I wont see
these kangaroo crows

Crowed in people dancing below
Eating and drinking

Sometimes in black or white
sometimes dropped the key, in the well

Other times on the road


What is going on?
I don't know

My brain so Ronny
Ronnic don't know

Why, this mysterious life,
don't answer me

Sometimes YES, or NO

Where am I going?
I don't know

Those funeral clocks below
I tell you, I don't know

Submitted: Saturday, November 02, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

It all happens, when I was leaving Australia and moving to Japan. Cloths were splattered and in the poem it say 'Blood on my floor' showing the size of the luggage.

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