THE LUGGAGE ONE KEEPS

THE LUGGAGE ONE KEEPS

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A moment in time
I remember so clear
Like a ghost that haunts
It comes and disappears.
Now a chapter in time
Yet it seems so close
I reach out to touch
It fades and is lost.
A moment that's past
Fragmented in time
Located somewhere
In the back of my mind.
To bring back to life
So near yet so far
Like trying to reach
That far away star.
Wandering and lingering
Through my mind's door
A moment worth embracing
And how i want more.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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thanks for sharing. very interesting poem

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like like this message, I would post this one for the simple fact
everyone can relate to luggage they hold on to. Great flow as well@
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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