An act of fate.

An act of fate.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

One does not
pretend in being
but acts in accordance
to fate’s plans.

In an act of fate.


When the stakes
were high
and the plates
were empty.

One moved with
knife and fork
until the tables turned.
Where the spoon
was no longer given,
the path of hunger
became long.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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do we ever really do anything that we aren't fated to do?
even with free will, it is hard not to believe in fate, karma, etc.
and that spoon became a silver one.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thank you for your appreciated visit Jacob as always.

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