Compartment 114
Compartment 114
The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
A balloon of thoughts leaked!

A balloon of thoughts leaked!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A balloon of thoughts leaked!
As the circumference held
the rally of thoughts together,
it just took one prick
to burst the bubble.
Letting go all ambitions,
dreams, and goals forever.
The Hindenburg disaster. 

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 19, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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