The screaming skull of a withered mind.

The screaming skull of a withered mind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The wind's voice bellows
through the tunnels
of a mind's wreck
where dark rains rise
up the walls of a skull's attic
where only the void
carries the echoes
of a nightmare cornered
in what was....
a withered mind.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 28, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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