the bog.

the bog.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

....
in the puddle
of no return,
the  murky waters
were just too deep.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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there is a growing 'sport' called 'bog-snorkling' here in Ireland - (I guess sport can be anything that requires us to remove our shoes these days lmao).
It's an odd world.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

wow thats like swimming in sewage lol
those situations that look unimportant, or easily dealt with often become like quicksand that we didn't notice before it was too late.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

indeed, thank you for your words jacob.

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