The mind’s circle of fear.A Poem by andrew mitchell
One had no key
for imprisoned thoughts, caged they haunted reality in a nightly ritual continuing tomorrow’s nightmare. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on May 29, 2018 Last Updated on May 29, 2018 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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