Old thoughts wither in decay.

Old thoughts wither in decay.

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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Old thoughts wither in decay.
As the willow falls,
flowing in its droop,
so does autumn shed
all kinds of hope;
depression lies
hidden, composting
as the cemetery
gates open,
hinging on death.
Cold wind blowing,
birds fly south;
leaving the self
behind in decline,
by the fire, waiting.....
for old thoughts
to wither in decay,
while the carpenter works on the casket.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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- 'wither in decay' is an awesome visual trigger.
is there any realm you cannot do Andrew (please tell me which so I can concentrate on that because I am not keeping up with your mind!)



Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

a work colleague i met when i first started work, both in our teens, died of motor neuron disease, .. read more
Tony Jordan

8 Years Ago

Wow - there but for the grace...
Poignant piece mate.

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Added on December 13, 2016
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