A diary of a madman.A Poem by andrew mitchellsomething different I hope.
A diary of a madman.
Discontent lies on feelings not met. Was there a taming of the shrew or the shrewd? From whence the bread came, fresh I became stale. Did the atoms rejoice on her departing? She was a few electrons short on her passing! I bought a carpet! No magic ride! She spoke of words not supporting my wheels! Nor the feed for the need kept me satisfied. A diary of a madman.
© 2016 andrew mitchellReviews
|
Stats
187 Views
3 Reviews Added on December 4, 2016 Last Updated on December 4, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|