Just above the crow's nest.

Just above the crow's nest.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Treachery lies
where treachery falls
in the hands of infamy
holding the sword.

That creeps up behind,
thrust into the back,
the flesh exposed,
a dead heart bleeding.

In grey skies dark,
a cloud reigns
on tears pouring
while pain grows
on the plain
of the unforgiving.

Betrayal lies in a forest hidden
where dead bones tell no lies,
as deceit follows
where deceit flies
hiding in the shades of others,
the shadows of brothers move.


© 2017 andrew mitchell



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..

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