A macabre tale of Poe!

A macabre tale of Poe!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Was the death of self
dead on time?
Where did the half go
when the other half was
scared to death?
Was doing things by halves
a way of preserving self
and to provide service
to all dead halves?
Death the final solution
in which time drank
all where once
life was full.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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i think his glass was always half empty during his life...and his heart and soul, too...but he was such a great writer...the real definition of the tortured artist.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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