andrew mitchell : Writing

The donor!

The donor!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A grisly tale!
When the past waits at the finishing line.

When the past waits at the finishing line.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Fear not your escape but what you leave behind for the past will catch up with you. When the past waits at the finishing line, your response...
Duct tape anyone!

Duct tape anyone!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What could be worse than a mind padded where thoughts cannot wander, and no one can hear you scream! But a grey sticky end echoing the words: D..
Fear the key!

Fear the key!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Fear is the key that maketh many a lock tremble while winding the hands of time.
There’s always a song at the end!

There’s always a song at the end!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the end does the music you like define the human you are?
The in’s and out’s of hope!

The in’s and out’s of hope!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Time had no answers nor did time have the questions but carried on during the quest for those searching immortality.
Hold tight! Sleep tight!

Hold tight! Sleep tight!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Time loosens it’s grip on those lives it has no time for.
The bank of verse?

The bank of verse?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


To coin a phrase was to give it some room to change a note.
Time’s grip on life.

Time’s grip on life.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life was granted on a handshake with time until time decided to let you go.
A sniper’s mark in verse.

A sniper’s mark in verse.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The trigger was pulled long before the shot was fired. In the words of a sniper the target was marked.


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Compartment 114
Compartment 114